It's time. She told herself calmly folding her shirt before placing it in the suitcase. It's long overdue, but at least I'm taking that step now. She had thought of this moment so many times but it had always filled her with such fear, terror of being alone. But now, as she closed the lid and listened to the click of the latch, she felt only calm. This was the right thing for her. It was time.
She loaded the last of the suitcases into the van and drove down the street. After she had put several miles behind her, she turned on the radio and hummed to the tune. As dark settled in, she pulled into the motel parking lot. She paid for her room and grabbing a small bag, locked up the van and went into the room. She slept soundly for the first time in years.
The morning sun peeked through the curtains waking her gently. She smiled, letting the sun warm her face. After washing and dressing, she checked out of the motel and hit the road. After several hours she came to a small town. It looked so peaceful, so unassuming. There were trees everywhere, a water fountain at the center, and people walking around leaving their cars at home. The sun was warm surrounded by clear blue skies. The air was fresh as she breathed in deeply.
She pulled over to the curb and turning the engine off. Nearby she saw a small park with a tiny pond in the middle. There were beautiful flowers blooming and soft green grass covering the entire area. She got out of her van and closed the door, locking it out of habit. She stepped onto the curb and walked toward the park. The sun sent welcoming rays toward her.
She was home.
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