I love a long drive. It’s a kind of meditation, the way you can get from point A to point B and be totally unaware of the little decisions you’re making along the way: speeding up, slowing down, changing lanes. Your conscious mind only latching on to the song playing on Spotify, the breeze in your hair, the openness in front of you. Then you arrive, almost alarmed at having no recollection of how you got there. I was looking forward to the journey almost as much as the destination, and not just because of the “Best of Beyoncé” playlist I’d meticulously curated the night before.
