At the end of last week I made a little solo trip to the city where I attended university. Oshkosh is a place that I will always hold dear in my heart. I visited old haunts alone, which I usually find reassuring, before meeting Ashley for dinner and long conversation. I miss that city more than I'd like to admit, though I try to remember that it is not the same time, we are not the same people, and it is not the same city I had back then.
As I drove home I thought about the many times before that I had driven south from Oshkosh and how my family was always at the end of that drive. Now with my parents moved out of state it felt different, even knowing that Richard and Wicket were still waiting for me at the end. The night drive was so dark, I'd forgotten how dark that drive was, especially without the moon overhead. It felt a bit like the end, I suppose.
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