The Open Road

Yesterday driving up to Rhode Island, sleeping toddler in the back, car packed to the brim, I said to Chris, “I could drive clear across the country right now.” I asked him if he ever gets that feeling, even though I know he never does. He just smiled and shook his head. But I meant it, I could’ve kept going.

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Walking up from the beach, my friend’s 3-year-old begins to cry because there is sand in her shoes. I say, “Oh I remember being particular about my shoes. Before I could tie my own laces, my mother would tie one shoe slightly tighter than the other and I would fuss and untie the looser laces and ask her to re-tie it.” My friend smiles, “So you were an HSP, too. A highly sensitive person.” 

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