February 22, 2015
Fifteen minutes on the highway, fifteen minutes on back country roads. Driving on the highway always feels much longer. My shoulders and knees tense as the scenery whizzes by faster than I'm used to. My mom's in the passenger seat, accompanying me to Apple HQ because I haven't gotten used to driving there yet. The trunk is full of fall varieties of slightly mushy apples. We're listening to Daughtry's newest album. Despite my highway nerves I'm grinning. In the backseat my sister counts the till money so we can keep track of how many pecks of apples will sell tomorrow.