She packed her bags as the one obligatory tear slid deliciously down her cheek. There was no sadness in her eyes, just the intense feeling of freedom. She would walk out the door and into something else. She had no idea but she was ready. Ready to move on from this life in this city and go wherever the next train would take her. For once, the future was pregnant with possibility.
I think in pictures and in bits and pieces of stories. My mind has always worked like that. As I showered and got dressed tonight (I felt sweaty and sticky after being in the Sun all day), that was what popped in my head. Those words. I wish I could just buy a one-way plane ticket to somewhere and run away. Just for a few days, even. Get my mind together.
I just want to be away away away. I've been saying that for months now. You ever drive towards a building. You see it in the horizon and it looks small. The closer you get to it, the bigger it gets. That's how my breaking point looks - like I'm approaching it soon. What am I going to do? I really don't have the money but JESUS LORD, I need to get away. I need to not go out to a coffee shop and stare at my computer and then come home to my dining room or my bedroom and stare at a computer...Something has got to give!
The more me and BFF thought about Punjabi's story...the more it didn't make sense. Especially, when her blood work won't be in until next week. The fact that his came in so quickly and "they told him his results over the phone" which is illegal seems shifty. She's still giving him the benefit of the doubt.