I made it.
Finally, I made it.
I can hardly catch my breath.
I never actually expected to make it here.
There was something always getting in my way. Mostly that was me, but I made it.
I must have passed by this place a thousand times.
Mostly in my head, passing the time until I could actually be here.
But I never thought I’d make it.
There’s a sense of familiarity here.
I like that.
Like this was how it was supposed to be.
Like this is where I should have been.
But looking back, it was all of those wrong turns, those detours, the roadwork, it all helped me get here.
Right here with you.
Exactly where I should have been.
And I’m just glad I made it.
Because it was a long ride. And I spent a lot of time on the road.
A lot of long nights; restless mornings.
But the truth is, I would have kept driving if I knew you’d be here.