You know that feeling when you end up somewhere and you have no recollection of getting there? I must have been on autopilot last night because I left the hospital around 1030pm and next thing I knew, I was turning down my dad’s road. I very vaguely recall glancing around and realizing that I was on my way home but not really thinking about where I was and when I should turn what way. It just happened.
Now, if I came home more frequently I wouldn’t even be thinking about this, but I come home maybe once every 5 years. I spent Christmas of 1995 at home. The next time I returned home was in March of 1998, when my mom died. The next time was March of 2004 when my dad remarried. And here I am again, in the spring of 2009. No, the town doesn’t change much…some business shut down, some change ownership, it's all a very French; Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose.
An interesting thing about autopilot. It's not always COMPLETELY accurate. I pulled into my dad's house and realized...I missed the right house by 3 driveways.