After a few minutes of deliberation, it was decided. I was going to rent a car and drive to Grans. I had never driven that far before. I was uncertain if I would be able to make the trip by myself, but I had to. So, I went to Enterprise filled out the forms and signed my life away to drive away in a Nissan Rogue with only a cd player as comfort. I drove over to mum's house and picked up a few of my things and some cd's that mom still had there lying around. She was old school, she said. She liked having music at her fingertips. It did not matter how many times I told her that mp3's were at her fingertips, and she could listen to her entire album case online. She said the quality was not the same, and she just did not think that way. She needed to see what she wanted to listen to. She needed to allow her cravings for an artist to appear when she looked over her cd cases. It was her way, her method, she said, and no amount of bugging her was going to change that. Luckily, she had not changed much since the last time I was home, so I rummaged through her cd albums and found what I was looking for and left the house. I took one last deep breath before I headed out. Mum's house smelled of toast and apricots and coffee. It smelled of home. I loved it to my core. I loved her to my core and Gran. I was so worried. I was determined to get there, and I was not going to let a little thing like driving stand in my way. If only I had gone with mum when she asked. I could have missed a few classes. I just hesitated, and I couldn't make up my mind in time, and she had left to grans.

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I left mums and headed to the highway. I had a twelve-hour drive ahead of me. Going from New York to Tennessee was a long trip. It did not matter the path you took. You were in for a grueling drive. I put in a cd. I did not even look who it was. The music started, and it was Jimmy Buffet. I had not heard mom play this cd in years. She loved Margaritaville, and she and Gran would laugh as they drank their margaritas to that song. Gran had enjoyed it as much as my mum. It was such an odd song for them to both like. Gran was all jazz, blues, and opera, and mom was all rock and roll, country, and alternative. But they shared folk. They both loved folk music and could not get enough of Jimmy Buffet singing Margaritaville. It was one of the best memories I had of mum and Gran.