on the road

3.

Packed all my bags and got ready for the trip back home. I took my time packing. I really wasn’t trying to leave Dad’s crib. Motela really had a lot of potential. I had met a few kids at the park. We immediately clicked and became friends. The hospitality that everyone in the town shows was really like the icing on the cake. Maybe this place was my final calling. What if back home wasn’t meant for me. I think I’ve picked up Dad’s nomadic ways. I finish packing and put my stuff in the car. Let’s hit the road.