A Walk: Where Shall We Go?

Trey and I often take walks in our neighborhood. We're creatures of habit and don't wander off the beaten path much. During our strolls, our conversation usually turns toward the future -- as much as I tell myself to stay grounded in the present. In nine months, Trey will graduate with a second degree, and we're both all but sitting on our hands in anticipation of the day.

For as long as we've known each other I've wanted to move away from this town. Somehow I got stuck here. It sucked me in like quick sand while I flailed about trying to extricate myself. We don't know where we're going, and Trey doesn't really care as long as it's close enough to home that he can drive in on weekends.

As for me, all I know is I want more than this. More, more, more. I want to live in a city where the word isn't apathy, as it is here. I want a place where people are inspired, creative, a little idealistic and a lot open minded.

I've come to the conclusion that nowhere is ideal, but it can come a lot closer than this town. We flipped a coin the other day. It was for shits and giggles, really, but the coin voted for Austin. I think I will, too.