A deer was in the road, freshly hit by something coming the other way. Looked like it could have been […]

A deer was in the road, freshly hit by something coming the other way. Looked like it could have been […]
I want to bury my face in a pillow or say “no” but am frozen in mute fear of facing violence. He is fifteen years older and I feel vulnerable.
I’ve never been so filthy, wet, thirsty, hungry, lonely, happy or inspired. I was scared at times, but not too bad. I found out where all the cool people were hanging out; the ones I was always looking for at home. I lost all my shoes and lived barefoot for a long time. I cut my own hair, using my pocketknife. I bought a machete to compliment the 4-battery Maglite that I carried in my pack. I indulged in my ferocious appetite for books, deep conversation and exploring my boundaries.
High school was the best. Everything was new and each day thrilling. Each book, painting, touch, song. Lately I’ve been reflecting on that time, and sometimes I want to reclaim that excitement of when each moment was fresh. But I realized something — settling down doesn’t mean life will be dull; it’s simply time to start the next phase of life.