Gone

This was the very last time that I would see this place. Some referred to it as my 'home' but I knew better than most that this was not my home. This was not where I belonged. This was not my safe place. I could not be Morgan here. My idling car sat in the driveway, passengerless. I hesitated, my hand teasing the door handle. Would anyone actually miss me? It was kind of heartbreaking to realize that they would not and that it took a mere millisecond to answer my own prodding question. I couldn't see out of the back. My clothes and other few possesions were haphazardly strewn across the back seat, the time had not even been taken to carefully pack them in bags, boxes, or suitcases. I had spent too much time here. I got to the end of my road on my first attempt. I had to take a second to pull myself together. I put my car in park, rested my head in my hands, and cried. What was I crying for? This was a new start to a new life. The pain would cease to exist today. I put my car back into drive and drove. And drove. And drove. And drove. I had no particular destination. I was on a coach class ticket to anywhere but here. Once I reached the ocean, the limit to my seemingly endless drive, I stopped. i pulled into the parking lot of a tourist loaded pier. I walked to the end and climbed to the very top rail. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I let the sandy air sting my skin. I allowed the salty air to grease my hair and skin. This was where my new life would begin. And my story is continuing as I write this memoir of my leaving the nest of briars and needles.