Lately
Nacogdoches and I have been having a sort of love/hate relationship. I feel
like I’m constantly plucking pine needles off of a large branch and saying, “Nacogdoches
loves me… He loves me not.” So to hear that I could leave, would leave, was leaving suddenly made me proceed
throughout Friday with urgency. I came to the conclusion that the faster I
listened to the teacher, bobbed my foot in anticipation, and sped through
daydreaming about putting my key into the ignition, the sooner I would be ready
to leave.
I practically
hummed from speed as I spun around tossing everything I could ever dream of
taking home in my suitcase. And in my second suitcase... And in my backpack. Afterwards,
now feeling positively giddy that I made it through packing, I bounced all the
way out of my apartment and swirled up an elevator to my shiny white car. “Fabio,”
I said, “My friend, it has been too long!” Fabs just sat there. I began patting the back
fender as my heart swelled with pride. I spun my way down and through the
parking garage, found North street, rolled down my windows, and couldn’t
contain myself any longer.
Wind gushed through my hair.
My hand met sunshine, palm up.
I popped open my bottle of soda.
After three hours or so I was met by a wiggly puppy who
rolled around and around my feet,
two gangly, loud, teenagers, and the bristles of my own carpet.
two gangly, loud, teenagers, and the bristles of my own carpet.