Fingers tapping, gum snapping, my days drag their feet. It’s time like these that I long for youth-for less responsibility and the ability to “go left” whenever I feel restless.
“Where should we go?” we asked a random boy in the shuttle van.
“New York” he replied.
Eyebrows raised, glances exchanged, a decision still left unmade.
“We’ve already been there. We slept in our car in a hospital parking lot.”
Gasps seep out from the prude in the corner.
More smiles from us, 2 crazy and free girls, whose mothers know nothing of our gallivanting.
“Canada” said the driver. He knew us from a party last week, and also from Psychology class.
Sideways smiles, sly and clear; a definitive yes.
With nothing but the clothes on our backs and our thirst for adventure, we went left, flying high into a memory that would last 2 lifetimes.
Those days seem so far away from where I sit today; a homeowner, a boss, an aunt…a planning fool without the time to explore. Oh, I have days where I could go, but then I remember a bill I have to pay, or laundry that has to be done...
And so the wind finds other people to glide over and my would be adventures hibernate once more.