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 her, 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).
