...you realize that you don't know how to date. When you find yourself at a crossroads and you literally have no clue which way to go because guess what, even though you are 21 years old you've never actually done this before. That moment when you realize it would optimal if your best friends weren't either A) serving a mission across the country or B) working/will never let you live it down if you let them see you right now. The moment where you wish you didn't feel the way that you do and yet at the same time you are excited and anxious to see what comes next. The moment you decide you don't care about things, but at the same time you care a lot. The moment where you just wish you were good at this so you could feel like you had a fighting chance. The awkward moment when you know that your best friend is going to tell you "that sometimes the only form of transportation available is a leap of faith" and you hate it because you know she will be right.
Okay first things first....I went to WA to see my friend Liz. Look how cute she is! She got a grown up job and moved to the *cutest* little town in WA and I miss her, so I took a few days for myself and went on a trip to see her. Secondly, I want it to be known that I DID invite a friend to come with me. I have a good friend who I would have loved to have join me on the trip, but when he couldn't come I was sad but didn't bat an eye. Here are the reasons that I invited him: He is excellent company. He has a great taste in music. He is friends with Liz as well. I thought it would be fun if he came. The end that is all. I didn't invite him to make the trip cheaper, to help drive, or to make me feel safer. It would have been fun if he could have come, but either way I was going to go. I drove to Washington by myself because I could. Because I am saying YES. Because I am done waiting for "someday". Someday when I have more money, or
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