Driveyou7home Now

I hadn’t thought about that phrase in years. But there it was, floating up through the dark like a lifeline.

I pull over at the same gas station. I buy the same cheap coffee. I drive those same seven extra miles — even when I’m already home. driveyou7home

But one Thursday evening, after a conversation that felt more like a collision, I got in my car. No GPS. No plan. Just a half-tank of gas and a strange pull toward the highway. I hadn’t thought about that phrase in years

Because “home” isn’t a place you arrive at once. It’s a place you return to over and over again. Until the road between who you are and who you want to be finally feels like yours. When was the last time you took the long way back to yourself? I buy the same cheap coffee

— J.

Drive. You. 7. Home.