This is Patricia. My giant stuffed dog from when I was a kid (seriously she's almost as big as me now). She's been in @thatcrazygingergent 's for a long time, and I finally got her back. I missed her ❤ #forevernostalgic
The best drive home I ever had was in mid-December 2011. There were memorable homeward bound voyages after this, and before then, but the feeling of this one lingers with me especially. It was a long drive this time, approximately 220 miles. It was a drive illuminated by a full 🌕 shining to my left, hovering high in the east side of the late Fall sky, as I drove south on Florida's Turnpike. Soundtracked mostly by Against Me’s cover of “Wagon Wheel” played on my 20-something track mix CD, I hit the back button as often as I could, replaying the three minutes and 30 seconds of Laura Jane Grace’s riveting voice. “Headed down south to the land of the pines,” she sang, exactly what I was doing. Heading south to my suburban utopia bordering the ‘glades where familiarity waited. My favorite part of this drive was right before I entered Broward County and merged onto the Sawgrass Expressway, just before before the other favorite part when I swing around the highway’s bend where the hammock of Australian Pine trees stood, peeking out behind the highway noise barrier protecting the town over. The large square highway sign saying: “ENTERING BROWARD COUNTY”, greeted me with its humble faded face decorated with a layer of algae. “Hardly home but always reppin,” Drake spit the words from the song “Uptown” on his number 12 track slot on my mix cd. I was home.