I rolled down the window to my old station wagon, letting the wind whip in my face. The long drive to the beach had put Mika and Michelle asleep in the back, with their little faces pressed against their seat belts. I was sure to find deep indentations on their cheeks when I woke them up later.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Long drives like this always make me want to fall asleep, too. I turned up the radio, letting the voice of an old favorite sing to me as I drove along the empty road. I knew this road well. Except this time it wouldn't be just a stopover. This time I was changing for good. It had taken me five years, millions of tears, a failed marriage, and one giant leap off the diving board of life, but I had done it. In a few months, I would be opening up my own store. A bookstore. In the heart of a beach town.
I skipped past the next song on the CD. Before I could begin singing the song that began to play, I noticed the sign I needed - Exit 65. This would be the exit that would take me to my new life. Our new life. Something we desperately needed. I turned on my signal and changed lanes. I slowed the car down, memories of the sharp corner rolling in my mind. I usually hated to drive like this. Tim always did. Every trip, he would be the driver. This time I was. The driver and the navigator.
This part of the road was covered with trees. Majestic green pines reaching to the sky, nearly covering the bit of sunlight above me. In a few miles, we would arrive at our new apartment - a two bedroom deal that was only two blocks away from the ocean. I still couldn't believe I had done this. The movers had two days ahead of me, and I had given them permission to unpack the truck and put the furniture inside.
The worn sign announcing "Blue Rock Apartments" could be seen from a distance. I pulled into the driveway and found a spot near the new apartment. I turned off the car and sat in silence for a moment, taking in the new sense of peace I felt. Peace. Of course, the morning would bring new excitement. Mika had insisted on buying a video camera, taking on his new role of documentary film maker. I also needed to prepare the both of them for their new school. I had arranged a tour with their teachers. Not to mention there was still work to be done with the new store. But this would finally be a new beginning.
This was my entry to the Wednesday Photo Prompt from last week! There is still time to enter yours, so make sure you check out the post! And make sure to come by tomorrow to check out the prompt!