i had a restless voice whispering "run."
"I-5 south!" was my most immediate answer. it turned into a rally cry of sorts. i didn't know where i was going yet. it was just away from there. away from that feeling. i did this drive for years until it stuck. until i stayed south for more of the year than i stayed anywhere else. i don't feel the need to run anymore. but the rally cry remains, and so does this long drive.