The suitcase resisted as I knelt on top, forcing the zipper shut. With a grunt, I hauled it up the stairs of my childhood home and into the car’s trunk.
My dad walked down the driveway, hands in his pockets.
“One last time, huh?”
“One last semester,” I said, smiling. “What an adventure it’s been.”
I pulled out of the driveway, heading north. I know the road to South Bend like the back of my hand—hilly and wooded at first, then flattening into open fields, roadside shops, and the familiar charm of the midwest. Not the most exciting drive, but my heart jumped thinking of all…