Cross Roads

I always used to take one road to a destination and another road home.  Just for the variety I think. Or because I could.  Or to make my kids wonder, as they certainly did. Maybe I did it to avoid traffic, to get there quicker, or simply to enjoy the drive.  In the city there are a million crossroads.  In life probably more. Now our drive is divided by interstate, highway and gravel roads.  Less traffic, more time for thinking.  It begins and ends on this lane that defines home.  

Funny how life changes our roads.  Or is it the roads that change our life?  In a million years I never would have thought I'd travel gravel.  In those same million years I never would have thought I'd leave the only home I knew.  I still marvel at where we ended up.  

It is different than I ever dreamed and better than I expected.  At first I signaled every turn on the gravel road.  Now I know there is no one to notify of my turn.  Sometimes I do signal out here. Force of habit, or maybe I like the clicky noise my blinker makes. After years of signaling, it's rather a treat to not...ummm...signal.

Sometimes we are amazed to see another car and laugh at our absurdity.  Sometimes, I admit longing to see a familiar car coming up the drive.  But mostly, I'm giving thanks for the new roads we cross.