Location: Fort Myers, Florida
I like driving long distances by myself.
If there are other people in the vehicle and we’re going to be talking, I usually prefer to ride because I’ve been known to miss turns when caught in good conversation. When I’m alone, though, it’s really calming to get into a car, turn the music up just loud enough, and end up in a totally different place from which I came.
Yesterday morning I woke up earlier than usual, excited for the first long-distance drive that I’d be doing since I left. My sister and I are spending the week in the Fort Myers area, so I was to pick her up from the airport on the way to the place we were staying at.
I haven’t seriously driven in over eight months (technically, unless you count driving for half a day through San Francisco when I moved house, I haven’t driven since I left Florida), and was pleasantly surprised to find that I wasn’t too rusty. The roads are really flat here, so long-distance driving usually ends up being more or less in a straight line the whole way through. I watched the big, fluffy white clouds in the sky and let my mind wander, and all of a sudden I was there.
We went to the pier to catch the sunset.  Clouds started rolling in while we drove, and the beach was totally gray by the time we got to the water. I didn’t mind too much, though; it was the first time I’d been to a Florida beach since May.
The sky cleared up a bit as we walked along the water, and we were able to catch a hint of muted pastel sky before the sun disappeared below the horizon.
There wasn’t too much excitement for the first day, in which I’m glad — I’m still a little off from the time difference and can’t wait to go back to see one of Fort Myers’ famously brilliant sunsets when I’m fully rested. ♚
Note: This article is part of my January 2019 One Month Project, where I will be traveling around coastal Florida and publishing an essay a day about my experiences there. I’m excited to bring you along on this adventure!
 Winters in Florida are still a little trippy to me because it’s so warm but the sun still sets at around five thirty — the opposite of summers in San Francisco, where the days are cool (in the mid-sixties) and long.