Mailbag from Myself
No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.
No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.
The first time I saw them, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
“Why is no one washing their hands before going to lunch?!”
“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”
It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
Discovering each new piece of her was a treasure only surpassed by the next discovery. It did not take too long before she agreed to make our relationship official.
But the first time I stepped on the treadmill, I realized I don’t know how to run when I’m not moving myself forward.
That’s a heavy con for Madison (Pros: Government job benefits, Roommate Night with my best friends, a church that has become home, cheese).
I mean honestly, I cried the entire eight-hour car ride to college (shout out to my parents who kept driving).