July 12, 2007
I turned out of my apartment complex onto Morris Ave, the road that would bring me to the interstate to Mike's apartment. I was excited, but when I rounded the corner, I wondered what I was still doing here. The process of letting go of the brake and pushing down on the accelerator made me feel like a tadpole trying to make its way across the Gulf of Mexico. Later that evening, Mike proclaimed for the second time since we've been hanging out as friends again, "This is paradise!" And, because I was with someone else, I agreed with him.