Driveyou7home Here

I hadn’t thought about that phrase in years. But there it was, floating up through the dark like a lifeline.

That’s where driveyou7home begins. Not with a destination. But with the decision to turn the wheel toward something real. For months — maybe years — I’d been running. Not from anything specific. Just from the feeling of being nowhere . I’d fill my days with noise: notifications, commitments, small talk. Anything to avoid sitting still long enough to hear what my own heart was trying to say. driveyou7home

When I was seventeen, my grandfather would say that before every road trip: “Drive you seven home” — his old-country way of saying take the long way back, the way that lets you breathe before you arrive. I hadn’t thought about that phrase in years