The other day I was driving into Grapevine, trying to avoid the never ending construction that has plagued North Texas ever since I first moved here, and while gazing at the fluorescent orange work cones a thought struck me: I will no longer be a resident of Texas when they do finally finish. In 17 days I will officially be riding alone in the first car of a roller coster that is about to crest. The first 10 or so seconds of a roller coaster slowly makes its way uphill, vocalizing the rhythmic click click click of the track. With every click, you inch closer and closer to the inevitable drop, counting the milliseconds till your stomach is jerked into your throat and the fight or flight feeling is pointless. You are forced to go with the flow. These are the feelings that have been bubbling inside of me. For the first time in my life I can't purchase a return ticket. Roller coasters don't scare me, they just make me nervous,
Now it is time to be an adult. I have no excuses, hell, in three weeks when I start my job, I have to set up a 401k. I'm not even quite sure exactly what that is yet.
I could use the bird analogy of spreading my wings and blah blah blah but birds are too delicate. I'm not a bird
