I sat there in my parked car in the garage for a few minutes. There was no three year old asking endless questions. There was no wailing baby in the backseat. There was no husband grilling me on which way was North, which way was South, and how much of the monthly budget money I had left.
It felt odd, like someone had taken away my appendages. There was nobody. There was nothing. I sat there and thought my own thoughts… thoughts that haven’t had the space to exist in so so long.
Then I took a deep breath, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway.
I rolled down the window.
I turned up the radio in an attempt to squeeze out the theme song to The Wonder Pets that was slowly creeping into my brain.
Then I felt it…
A Pat Benatar song came on the radio, and even though I couldn’t for the life of me remember the words, it was the best song ever.
I sung at the top of my lungs.
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder.
Weeee belong to the sound of the words
we’ve both fallen under.
Whatever hmm feeny hm hmm for bum bum bum better.
WE BELONG, WE BELONG, WE BELONG TOGETHER!
My foot pressed a little heavier on the gas.
I ran my fingers through my hair as I sang – pretending I was in a music video.
Maybe hmph a hm na na na when la la hmph a to SAY.
Maybe hm hmmm hmmm … na na… fum fum… AY.
It was the best ride I had had in ages.
Part of me wanted to drive to nowhere.
Part of me wanted to throw a dart at a map.
But I didn’t.
I had a concert.
I was a caged bird who had escaped…
and my destination was the Trader Joe’s parking lot to buy groceries.