Just like my dad

Today I got...lost. I drove south from work to find this mall that was half an hour away on the freeway, but after diving through the ridiculous traffic that is the 5 freeway, I exited and proceeded to "wing" my way through Southern Orange County. Winding, long roads bordered by soaring trees not withstanding, I kept the setting golden sun on my right and followed road after road with my windows down and my music blasting until just as I began to wonder if I had gotten TOO lost, I arrived at my destination. Just like that. There's a certain satisfaction that comes from finding yourself in the midst of ...being lost. One though in my mind that I enjoyed as I stepped out of my car with that setting, golden sun shining on the horizon was that my mom would always half complain/half admire my dad's love for always discovering new roads, for never taking the same way twice. When I was young it was the most annoying thing because it always felt longer to get to our destination. I'm glad to find that as I get older, I'm learning that I have a passion and thirst for the journey itself rather than the destination, and that I definitely got that passion from my dad. It's one thing about me that has solidified itself, and no one can take away. An absolute faith.