Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."
Despite what I'd been through, the thought of my cozy room at my Grandmother's house made me smile. But it's not easy going home again. Not when you left with high hopes, big dreams, and return penniless, and barely hanging on to your hard-fought sanity. I take the turn to Bedford, and despite my misgivings, I find another smile. This town that I grew up in, where my sweet Grandma was my mother from the age of 3, hasn't changed much in twenty years. And then I'm there. She's on the front porch. “Welcome home, honey!” “Hi Gram!”
This is Saturday Centus, and once again I'm trying to contain my verbosity to 100 words past the prompt. If you'd like more info, please visit Ms. Jenny Matlock at "off on my tangent" for the full rules and more great takes on this prompt, which was in bold italics above.