Creative Writing: The Drive
Driving through the dessert can be wearisome, fatiguing and all the things
that you dread in a long drive. Not this trip, it was the new beginning, I was
on my way to find myself. I had 14 hours to contemplate the reasons I was doing
this. My friends said I was nuts, family said I was stupid. Let's see, nuts
and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has their own opinion. Its not really
what I wanted to hear, but I could see their point.
Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived there for 10 years, graduated from high school,
had lots of friends, had a great job, but one crucial element was missing, I
just wasn't happy there. Everyone, including my family, (who by the way, all
moved back ...
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could see his face, remember his smile, hear him laugh. Jim and I were
great friends for a long while. Almost a whole year, until I began to actually
feel something stronger. I had never been in love before and it had been an
overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and on the way home
blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove me home. The next day he came
by my house and sat me down and told me he had felt the same way. It began.
Two wonderful years, of now loving my best friend. It wasn't always wonderful,
we had our bad moments, but I was the happiest I could ever remember. Jim was
still in the Army, it was time for him to decide whether to re-enlist for
another 3 years or get out, be a civilian. He decided to get out. Jim was a
very private person. It was hard for him to share himself with anyone, even me.
I respected that, and gave him his privacy. But I never realized that meant
that he would leave Yuma and leave without me. I never told ...
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and I was
trapped. I was hoping the Tequila would give me strength to release myself.
I woke up the next mourning on the living room floor a red magic marker was in
my very sticky hand.. Lemon peels were scattered all over the room, and there
was a mound of salt where the salt shaker had spilled. I was laying on a map of
the U.S. and a bright red circle around the city of Sacramento, CA. I did not
go to work that day. I slept and cried. and slept.
When I did go to work I handed in my resignation. I drove down to the Ryder
truck rental shop and rented a truck with a hitch to pull my Nissan. I went
around to see all my friends and bid them farewell, most offered to help me ...
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