Driveyou7home May 2026

I typed “home” into my phone, then deleted it. Instead, I let the car choose. Somewhere around mile seven, it hit me.

Because “home” isn’t a place you arrive at once. It’s a place you return to over and over again. Until the road between who you are and who you want to be finally feels like yours. When was the last time you took the long way back to yourself? driveyou7home

When I was seventeen, my grandfather would say that before every road trip: “Drive you seven home” — his old-country way of saying take the long way back, the way that lets you breathe before you arrive. I typed “home” into my phone, then deleted it

If this post hit something in you, take the keys. Drive your own seven miles. And come home — not to a building, but to the person you’ve been missing. Because “home” isn’t a place you arrive at once