Here's a postcard, cause I'm gone.

I must have sat at the intersection of 114th and Ainsworth for over a minute.  I knew I needed to turn left and take the street home, but I really felt it was necessary.  So, i did it.  I drove to the intersection with the blinking light and turned right.  I took a left on Yakima.  I drove down the not so familiar street, then I spotted it.  I knew I was there.  My heart pounded as I walked down the driveway to your door.  I knocked.  No answer.  I didn't feel the need to try again.  I got in my car, locked the doors, changed the song to Marching Bands of Manhattan and drove home.  I think the purpose for my adventure was to simply have the feeling of driving away.  And never ever going back.