The freedom of an open road

Illustration of an RV, through a following car's dashboard window.
Emily Bi/File

I remember driving through the winding roads of the Washington mountains and Oregon hills, the smell of oak and cedar trees filling my senses and a giddiness in my stomach, a relief. A relief only brought by the freedom of the open road.
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Give me liberty or give me laundry

We could go on forever about all of the glorious parts about being home. It’s where the heart is — as well as the freedom from washing our own dishes. We get to spend time with our parents, and more importantly our dog, while dodging the responsibilities that weigh so heavily on us during
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