To the people

Of course I miss absolutely everybody I left behind in my funny ol' continent in the corner of the world.  I also miss family who I am constantly greeting, loving and leaving,  across many patches of the globe.  I miss old friends and family friends and family members far and wide, I frequently miss animals - two in particular - and I definitely know how to miss busses. 

But this is a post reserved for a special bunch. I miss them like there is something not quite full inside me. This is to the people who rode in cars with me, when it was hot outside and we had nothing to do. When we were playing that particular playlist that was on everyone's ipod, when we all sang along to the chorus of every song and made up most of the verses. And I miss leaning back in the front seat or the back, surrounded by you people who are always laughing with and at each other,  and feeling the sun on my face as we disturbed quiet suburban roads. And there was that deep feeling of contentment,  of being young and loved and very very free - and that's quite honestly one of the best feelings in the world.

So here's to you.  Call it an ode.  And don't say I never do anything for you.  To the people who rode in cars with me when it was hot outside and we had nothing to do.