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Appropriately, I’m writing this as a passenger in my brother’s
car.
“I’m driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can’t wait to see those faces.
It’s going to take some time
But I’ll get there
Driving in my car
I’m driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take a look at the driver next to me
He’s just the same
Just the same”
This year, we are driving down to my brother’s house to have
Christmas with him and his wife and their four children. So, while I’m not
technically driving “home” it feels like it.
“Home” is defined as the place where my heart is full –
where I’m surrounded by people I love.
In that light, the other lyrics that fit:
“I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams”
Most of the time I’m flying home for Christmas. But in 2012
my brothers and I decided to meet up in California and have an epic sibling
(plus sister-in-law and her friends and their baby) road trip through
California on our way to our parents house. It was epic. And it created at
least a thousand new memories that I love looking back on.
Driving on our road trip, I also loved to “take a look at the
driver next to me” – so often smiles were exchanged and good will was felt. And
the reminder that “He’s just the same” is beautiful.
Goal of the day: See those around me as the same as me –
open my heart and not focus only on me.
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