I want to go home…as in Minneapolis. I am a little tired of sitting here, all day, every day, desperately trying to make plans and not accomplishing anything. Everyone who has a car is constantly busy. Everyone who doesn’t have a car…well, that is just the problem right there.
Here is where we come to a regret of mine. Yes, yes, I know, Telea has no regrets yadda yadda yadda blah. Actually, I do, just a list of them isn’t exactly considered to be readily available to the public eye. I want to come off as the brave, strong, independent girl who lives her life to the fullest and regrets nothing, but that is not always the case.
This, right here, is just a small regret, just one of those little things that makes me go: Damnit, Telea, why didn’t you just…argh!
I should have gotten my license. Really. Aside from being creeped out by going driving with my teacher, goodness knows why, I had nothing to lose, truly.
I went through three permits (with three completely different hairstyles), and never got any farther. If I had gotten my license, I might have a job, and my own car, and the ability to go swimming when it is hella hot out.
So, why is this post called ‘The Long Road Home’?
Because I have decided it’s time for me to find myself just a little bit. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is inside of me.
It’s time to reach out and start making new relationships to help me. Which is where we start talking about relationships. I believe the free spirit you like to call Telea actually might want one.
So, out I go, into the world, hoping to find a little bit of love and a whole lot of snuggles. Of course, I’ll keep you posted, and just…wish me luck!