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The Path Taken

Which would you have me describe? 
The path taken? 
The path not taken? 
Well how can I describe the path not taken? 
I haven't been there. 
So I guess this is the story of the path taken, or is it? Maybe it's just my imagination.

The open road was calling. 
It said her name with no abandon. 
It had no shame in calling for her. 
Silver car was packed to the brim. But what was really inside? 
Well she couldn't fit the entire filing cabinet, or was it three filing cabinets now, of craft books.  Three filing cabinets of recipe books, 
1 cabinet of old school books, 
and 2 bookshelves full of magazines and easy reading materials. 
But that's what she really wanted to take. 
She would have left behind the food and the clothes
and, well all the personal items that women take with them simply to be able to take her books, but she had to just select her favorites and leave the rest behind. 
She was going to miss them dearly. But the open road called and so sacrifices must be made.

She's still not sure where she's going she's just driving. 
She's been driving for days. 
She did leave her cat with her parents so that it would be cared for. 
Didn't figure he could handle the trip. 
Not sure if she can handle the trip, but she's trying, and that's what counts.

She knew she was headed somewhere else. 

So it didn't matter which direction she turned at the end of the driveway. 
She chose left, South, her long blonde hair blowing in the breeze,. 
And okay, maybe a few tears for the people she's leaving behind. 
And well, maybe a few more for her cat.

The driving is something difficult for her these days. 
Causes anxiety for her. 
Which because of her disease is multiplied tenfold. So she has to stop every 45 minutes or so to regain her composure. 
She sits and waits sometimes in police station parking lots. 
If the locale seems safe, she'll sit at a gas station, or Library. 
She's had some pretty interesting conversations with the cops, they have to check to see why she's sitting there. 
Most of the time they just advise her to wait patiently until she can drive again, but on evenings when there's no crime spree occurring the kind ones will visit for a while.  
So she's heard tales of  chasing down people that made bomb threats, chasing down people who have escaped the prison and many other adventures  too long to dictate here.  

Tune in Sunday for the next edition. Please in the comments, where do you think she's headed and why?

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