95 North
I saw the sign and felt a lump in my throat.
95North.
95North represents home, and the road I would take to get there. I could easily turn onto it, merge into traffic, and head home.
And give up.
It was tempting. I was tempted to head home, and pull the covers over my head. Well, real home, the house I grew up in, as my condo is rented out.
I could pull the covers over my head, and only come out to eat my mom's cookies. And crabcakes. And chicken pot pie. And special Greek salad. And chocolate cake.
I could also pull off the covers to go out to eat with my dad.
So far my plan for giving up and going home only involved food and being a glutton and slovenly.
Which I know neither one of my parents would tolerate, and thank goodness for that.
Even just thinking about it makes me disgusted with myself, and thank goodness for that.
That meant I was not ready to give up.
Plus, as much as I want him to be, Adam is not waiting just up 95North.
I thought about the beach, grits, the sunsets, King Street, Poe's, my new friends, boiled peanuts, Charleston Power Yoga, Oku sushi, the smell of the marsh, Social Wine Bar, my part-time job, Butterfly, biscuits, and riding my bike on the beach.
I am not where I thought I would be, but I am getting there. Slowly but surely.
Plus, I couldn't get on 95North.
I was headed to Charlotte to get manis and pedis with Cheryl.
Priorities, people.
I recently started writing for CHARLIE, a local magazine, and below is my article!
http://readcharlie.com/2011/04/15/put-a-ring-on-it/
Posted by Katie Strumpf at 12:09 PM on April 15, 2011 | Comments (0)
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