The other day I was heading home and my GPS took me down a new route. I had no idea where I was until suddenly I looked out my window and saw a park I used to go to as a kid. I slowed down as I passed by and a memory flashed through my mind. Me and my sister on the swings and my mom rollerblading on the path that surrounds the park. For a moment I felt like I was on the swings as a child watching my older self drive by in my truck with the dog we always wanted in the backseat.

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Then I kept driving with the biggest smile on my face as I passed the old dance studio I used to go to, the little storefront that used to be my aunt’s cafe, the building that once was our grocery store and is now a library, and the duplex we used to live in with the willow tree out front. I followed that road for a few more miles, took a couple left turns and parked outside of the camper I now live in. If you had told me a few years ago that this is where I’d be in life right now… my eyes would probably widen, my jaw might drop a bit… but honestly, I wouldn’t be all that surprised. Life is just one big adventure, and I’ve truly always hoped mine would be quite a story to tell when it’s all said and done. 

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