Drivetime: Finding a Way Home

It's the light in our bedroom that answers the question. It's not whether she's awake that matters really. It's whether the light is on. If the light is off she chose to turn it off. If it's on she intended to see me. That's all that I'm concerned with. When I pull in our driveway and the light is on I know. She's folding clothes, reading her book, taking a shower, brushing her hair into pony tails, or has fallen asleep waiting. I know she intended to wait up. The knowing is all that matters.Change is good, or so they say. "They" being everyone but me that is. Everyone who isn't going through a change or has been through one in the past. Not those of us who are facing the uncertainty of change in the present. None of us would agree. The fear of what could happen when the road turns keeps us set on our path. We are familiar with our surroundings and there is little reason to venture very far away from what we know. I have no choice in the matter. My life is changing and I'm going along for the ride.