It's night and you're going home, like you've done so many times before. Except that this time it's different - you won't come back here again, and you've packed your old life into your car. It's kind of an end of an era.
You start the car and take the one last glance at your old home in the rearview mirror. Then you finally put the car in gear and start driving. You notice that Coldplay's Viva la vida plays on the radio - a good one, so you turn up the volume.
As you drive on the highway, the sounds of the engine and the tyres cover the music but the song playing at the moment isn't that good anyways. In fact, you put the radio off, because you prefer to listen to the background noise, you've always found it somewhat relaxing. You often fell asleep while listening to it, when your father drove and you were the passenger. But now you're the one driving.
The miles go by fast - the years have passed fast, too. You remember the first journey; when you drove into the opposite direct