In America, we love “the road” and write about it all the time. Some of our best literature and music comes from the empty highway. But they’re not empty anymore. Roads run both ways, and the greater challenge, I believe, is learning to stay rather than to leave, to stand still and listen to one elegant piece of land where the trees whisper and the light is just right after the rain, and you say, “Okay, this is it. This is where I will live, love, and die.”
