Ode to Interstate 80
22 times I have driven through,
States lined with thousands upon thousands of trees without end.
On a never ending journey,
Two and a half years strong.
New York, kind and short setting me on my journey home,
Or welcoming me with open arms.
New Jersey, your drivers are fierce,
But you help get me to the places I love.
Pennsylvania, oh Pennsylvania, how I loathe your boring roads,
Winding and turning with weather so unpredictable.
You have brought your best and your worst,
Yet proved always conquerable as a necessary evil on a homeward bound trail.
Ohio, the land that I love,
Always ready to welcome me with open arms and then wave goodbye.
On each end of your vicious path lays two homes,
One where my family dwells and the other where I find a new family made of dear friends.
The birthplace of aviation holds my past,
As well as my childhood home and bed to sleep in.
There I find the family that made me who I am,
The people who know me the truest and the longest.
This house holds holidays and memories,
The people I love the most.
The walls all lined with loads of laughter and a splash of heartache,
The fridge covered with beloved pictures and old report cards.
A place full of unconditional and reliable love,
Friendship with years and years of experience.
My hometown which holds my mom, dad, brothers, sister,
And all the others who made you who you are.
Then we have the empire state waiting on the other end,
Promising freedom, opportunity, and adventure.
The village of like-minded learners,
All seeking to find themselves and answer all of life’s questions.
Roommates who tend to be the craziest folks you’ll ever meet,
But end up being your new found sisters and built-in karaoke partners.
This place introduces you to your best friends,
The one who you promise will be standing next to you on your wedding day.
Here is the place you learn knowledge,
The time where wisdom finds you.
This is the town that guided you in your faith,
And enabled you rebellious phase.
This new home taught me a million lessons,
And ultimately has made me discover who I am.
I hold both there dwellings close to my heart,
For it is them to whom I owe my identity.
At the beginning of the road lay my first love,
And the other end holds my new adventure of a life.
At the end of the day I must say thank you to both,
And even to the interstate that connects me to each of them.
With the thousands of miles between them,
I realize I have been truly blessed.