Freedom at last; to go where I want, do what I want.
But it must be within driving distance. It can’t be expensive. Have to get the chores done and be back for pick-up.
Qualified freedom is still freedom, right? I can go new places; see new things.
But new things are tainted by those missing them and the things I’m used to doing aren’t as fun.
Limited freedom is still freedom. I’ve time to think again; space in my head.
Even if it’s taken up with checking my phone; on call every moment.
Never really free; never really alone.