The expression “You can’t get there from here” is apt for the Miller’s Colorado residence. Sort of.
Though we live on a paved street, it’s impossible to get to our home without driving over a poorly maintained, incredibly lumpy and bumpy dirt and mud road. There’s just no getting around it.
Of course, it’s worth traveling because home is a good place to be.
It occurs to me that our unavoidable patch of rough road is much like growing up—and I don’t mean the obvious growing up that takes place from birth to 20-years-old.
I mean the maturation of our thoughts, emotions, behaviors, beliefs, desires, and needs, as well as our reactions and responses to people and events, that <hopefully> happens from age 20 to, say, 40.
It’s said that youth is wasted on the young, but what about this?: