The drive back

Jo looked out at the foggy football fields lining the now vacant highway as she slowed the car down in anticipation of the exit that would take her home. This was one of the rare days she was going back so late after forcing herself into the gym. Immediately, as she knew it would on looking at the fog, her mind went back to a night many years ago when she had just moved to the city and had driven that way to go to a friends house and had marvelled at the thick fog that made everything around it look surreal. It is funny, she thought, that she had driven that way a million times now, at every time of the day, but it was that one drive one foggy night when she was new to the city, whose memory bubbled up over all others. Back then, every ride was special and an exploration of the unknown. A mild sense of adventure accompanied the most mundane activities. Listening to her thoughts, she wondered if it was time to shake things up again. She was not sure she liked the word "settled". That just meant life became unchanging albeit comfortable. She never thought of herself as wanting either. Ok, that just means I need to go out on an adventure before I get trapped in someone else's life, she thought as she neared home. And she left it at that for the time being. The finality of that thought told her she would do something about it without consciously reminding herself. Hmm, that was a good drive she thought as she parked her car outside her house. Funny, how the same activity on some days is much more memorable than on most others...