your words in my memory are like music to me

It takes two listenings to Snow Patrol's Eyes Open to get from Charleston to Columbia. It also takes one cup of coffee and one mint Oreo Blizzard. And two conversations from my Mom telling me that I'm not going that far away and that I don't have to be excited about leaving.

I find the map and draw a straight line over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from a to where you'd b, it's only finger-lengths that I see.