(This will become the first paragraph to a chapter in my humorous autobiography)
I had taken a vacation with
Danny once before when we decided to visit my hometown in North Carolina
and yet again I found myself willing to be strapped in for the sort of
shenanigans usually reserved for a Seth McFarlane film. I
will always choose flying over cross-country driving, God bless the
Wright brothers, however, that previous experience with Danny on an
airplane resulted in being tackled by four female flight attendants, who
probably double as linebackers in their spare time, and then asked
never to choose American Airlines again. Needless to say, Danny has an irrational fear of planes that is hazardous for the health of anyone involved. So as to avoid another tumultuous journey we decided to drive this go-round. South Padre Island, Texas was our destination and relaxation was our goal. Our
relationship can be classified as nothing less than ambiguous and I saw
this not only as an opportunity to meet his family but also to relieve
some of the pressure on said relationship caused by his recent diagnosis
of being a shit stain on the skivvies of life.
I was always trepidatious about making any decision that would
alter my every-day life. Now I am experiencing déjà vu as it is time to
embark on a new journey. In January of 2010 I left my home in
Wilmington, North Carolina to find myself in this world. I packed my
car with my clothes, a jewelry box my fiancé had gifted to me, and an
electric wok. Everything else was left to be stored, given away, or
sold to strangers on craigslist. I was planning to move west to live in
Las Vegas, Nevada with one of my dearest friends. Well, to make a long
story short I didn’t get that far, rather made a last minute decision
to start my new life in Dallas, Texas. Dallas has been a wild ride
filled with disappointment, maniacal adventures, lost loves, new loves,
new friends, and a shitload of life experience. With a new store-bought
smile on my face to boot, I can honestly say that I have never been as
comfortable in my own skin as I am now. Things that once bothered me to
my core now roll right off my back. I am happy. I digress. Now I
move on to the next chapter of my life. I have been presented with an
opportunity that will carry me on to Las Vegas. Seems serendipitous,
right? I love Dallas so much that I have reached out for excuses to
pass up this opportunity but my hands come up empty every time. All
signs point west again. I have reminded myself, just as I did regarding
Wilmington in 2010, that Dallas will still be here for many years to
come, short of a zombie apocalypse, and I can always come back if I see
fit. I came to find myself and I think I did. Now I will press forward
not only to maintain but also to flourish and succeed.
