I have been an abundance of places,

I have seen an abundance of things,

I have met an abundance of people,

I have done an abundance of things.

I look out the window of my 2016

A Solemn sight it is to glance at that Salem sign.

I can almost hear glass breaking all over again- brakes squealing, and dust burning my skin.

It’s different this time around though. The thought of it is less bitter and more sweet.

The sun breaks through the clouds and I think about my Guardian Angel.

Who could it have been? Who stood by my side in the ambulance? Who kneeled next to me as I fell to my knees on the side of the road and broke down?

I make my way over the hill and that old sign inches further and further away.

The 520th avenue sign glows in emerald green, the same color of the eyes of my childhood best friend.

I smile as I think of all the times we shared in that farmhouse, like watching our first R rated movie together when we were 11 and wondering why anyone would want to voluntarily watch something so bazaar.

I can smell her mom’s potato soup again that waited for us inside after a long day of sledding for her 7th birthday.

I continue on until I arrive at Lincoln, I move the last of my belongings and I am all alone for the first time.

I think of all the places I’ve been, the things I’ve done, the people I’ve met

Suddenly it doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Where will I go from here? Who will I meet? What will I become?

md