Road closed, I had to make a u-turn. Like, which moron doesn’t give drivers an alternate route? Zilch detour? Dynamite.
I found myself driving out of a what-seemed-like a maze excuse of roads. I have not driven in this place for years. And I found myself wandering and finding a way out.
For one hour, I was driving away from, rather than going home unintentionally. I took the roads I have never driven to in my life or ever seen. And I ended up at a freeway, about 10 miles away from home.
I guess I was afraid. Just me driving my small car, with the volume of my radio turned up to 20. The songs played made me miss Adelaide for many reasons. I was a little afraid because I realized I was the only car driving along the freeway. With my radio turned up to 20, driving at the speed of a 120.
But at he same time, I was okay. I was more than okay for being afraid because I knew that eventually, I would find my way home. I was in the midst of getting lost. I was liking the idea of being lost.
I felt free. I sped up a little bit more than 120. It was like another meaning of “need for speed”.
And the songs on the radio… My god. I had so much to reminisce and think whilst speeding.
When I came to my senses that I should really go home instead, I u-turned.
A few miles later, more cars started to appear. Familiar roads and buildings finally in sight. I had to slow down.
Now, here I am laying on my bedroom floor, remembering and relating about what happened just two hours ago.
And I wouldn’t mind in the least to do that again. It was a great adventure while that lasted.
Yup, getting lost on my own.