We’re driving down Falls Church. The window is down, the sun is in my face, and Madonna is singing “American Life”. I look out the window and…
My brother and I are driving down to the Amsterdam airport. I have to head back to Washington and I know I don’t want to. Madonna is singing this song for the first time. The European roads are unfamiliar, yet welcoming. In fact, I prefer this unfamiliarity over the familiar streets of Virginia.
Why is it so hard to get back to the norm? Why is it so hard to go back to work, to school, and to the everyday drama of life? Why is it so easy to forget the drama?
As we get closer to the airport, I get a bad feeling inside. I don’t want to listen to Madonna anymore. I have to part from this transient moment of happiness and freedom.
Today when I heard this song again, I remembered the drive with my brother. I remembered, and I got a good feeling, like I could have that moment back…