Cars have a way of making me feel like I can never be trapped. I can always pack up and go. Until they break down.
When I am stressed, I can go for a long drive with the window down and forget about it. I think there's a reason most employee lounges and waiting rooms don't have windows. They don't want you to see a way out.
It was time to figure life out. All my friends either had jobs or prospects. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't want a desk job. Eventually a friend convinced me to take a seasonal job. Now I had an answer for every one's questions. I was going to be an island cook in Wyoming.I really didn't know anything about the place or cooking but somehow I convinced them I was the person for the job. I started packing my stuff and as the departure date got closer the more problems I came across. My car started shaking at certain speeds and the breaks were acting up. I started looking for a different car but in the end decided to go with the car I knew.
I was leaving my worries behind for more exciting ones. I started off in the Florida panhandle and my first stop was Nashville. Nashville was the last contact with anyone I knew for the summer. I stayed at my godparents who I hadn't seen in years. The next day I was on my own for good. Unless I failed.
