Vroom Vroom Vroom

The sound of an engine slowly approaching and then shutting off right outside my window really, really reminds me of being home on the couch with Kolby, hearing one of my parents pull into the driveway, and making Kolby run with me to the door to greet them.

I miss New Jersey.

A Better Place, A Better Time

When I was younger, I asked myself what would be worse: never to find my home or never being allowed to stay there. I still don't know how to answer.