Have you ever felt at home on a highway?

Recently I've been doing a lot of traveling-mainly within the confines of the Pennsylvanian borders-but sometimes out.

The drives are long, and I have no passengers (other than Melody Gardot or Tom Waits) to keep me company. I am often away just for a few hours until I have to return to my apartment again, but long before I put my keys in the front door, I feel at strong sense of "home" once I turn onto Interstate 81.

I become relaxed. The soreness of a long drive leaves me before I get out of my Buick. With many miles to go-I am home.

It's a peculiar feeling but one that I welcome.