When it rains, it pours.
As y'all well know, I've been plotting my escape from Barnwell, well, ever since I moved back to Barnwell in the first place. And things are definitely looking up: I may very well have another set of wheels soon. This is definitely a good thing, since I've had NOTHING since I totaled my Cadillac last March 11. And, if the financial aid comes through for me (yes, I'm STILL waiting to hear from both of the schools to which I've applied)...well, I can tell this town to kiss my ass in August.
But...
Where to go? I'm being pulled in a lot of different directions here. Haley wants me to relocate to Beaufort, but Yuliya wants me to transfer to Spartanburg. Jamie wants me to consider Florence, while Jolene has been upselling Savannah, GA lately. My cousin Daniel is talking about Charleston like it's the Promised Land, while Mandy thinks I should think twice before moving too far from Aiken. Mary thinks I should come to Greenville...and all the while, I've been homesick as hell for Hilton Head Island for the last couple of weeks. Alas, I realize that can't happen.
I miss my friends. I miss my old hangouts. I miss my old lifestyle...but, to paraphrase the great Bob Marley, "Lord, I gotta keep on movin'..." I'm going to be 26 in a little over a month. I've got to keep moving forward and pressing on towards the goal. Back-tracking, and falling back into all those old, negative, ultimately self-destructive habits is no longer an option.
But, where to go? I'm not sure which I hate worse: Barnwell, or having to decide where to go when I leave Barnwell. What a position to be stuck in. I could do quite well and make actual progress towards bettering myself in any of these cities, so the location is rather unimportant in that respect. My problem is, I'm ultimately having to choose between my friends. And that SUCKS. Any place I go, I'm going to leave someone feeling hurt and abandoned. Dammit, there's just not enough of me to go around!
Oh, well. I've got...what, five months to decide? Stay tuned....
As y'all well know, I've been plotting my escape from Barnwell, well, ever since I moved back to Barnwell in the first place. And things are definitely looking up: I may very well have another set of wheels soon. This is definitely a good thing, since I've had NOTHING since I totaled my Cadillac last March 11. And, if the financial aid comes through for me (yes, I'm STILL waiting to hear from both of the schools to which I've applied)...well, I can tell this town to kiss my ass in August.
But...
Where to go? I'm being pulled in a lot of different directions here. Haley wants me to relocate to Beaufort, but Yuliya wants me to transfer to Spartanburg. Jamie wants me to consider Florence, while Jolene has been upselling Savannah, GA lately. My cousin Daniel is talking about Charleston like it's the Promised Land, while Mandy thinks I should think twice before moving too far from Aiken. Mary thinks I should come to Greenville...and all the while, I've been homesick as hell for Hilton Head Island for the last couple of weeks. Alas, I realize that can't happen.
I miss my friends. I miss my old hangouts. I miss my old lifestyle...but, to paraphrase the great Bob Marley, "Lord, I gotta keep on movin'..." I'm going to be 26 in a little over a month. I've got to keep moving forward and pressing on towards the goal. Back-tracking, and falling back into all those old, negative, ultimately self-destructive habits is no longer an option.
But, where to go? I'm not sure which I hate worse: Barnwell, or having to decide where to go when I leave Barnwell. What a position to be stuck in. I could do quite well and make actual progress towards bettering myself in any of these cities, so the location is rather unimportant in that respect. My problem is, I'm ultimately having to choose between my friends. And that SUCKS. Any place I go, I'm going to leave someone feeling hurt and abandoned. Dammit, there's just not enough of me to go around!
Oh, well. I've got...what, five months to decide? Stay tuned....