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Creative writing the drive

Creative Writing: The Drive

Driving through the dessert can be wearisome, fatiguing and all the things

that you dread in a long drive. Not this trip, it was the new beginning, I was

on my way to find myself. I had 14 hours to contemplate the reasons I was doing

this. My friends said I was nuts, family said I was stupid. Let's see, nuts

and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has their own opinion. Its not really

what I wanted to hear, but I could see their point.

Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived there for 10 years, graduated from high school,

had lots of friends, had a great job, but one crucial element was missing, I

just wasn't happy there. Everyone, including my family, (who by the way, all

moved back south), said I had everything going for me. I, on the other hand,

did not feel that way. There were hundreds of reasons why I should have stayed,

carried on, but it only took a few significant reasons to abandon my so called

perfect life in Yuma, Arizona.

I remember driving, looking out of the window at the mountains and clay colored

rocks. I realized just how beautiful it all was. Again, my thoughts turned back

to my life. The man I thought I would end up sharing my so-called perfect life

with. I could see his face, remember his smile, hear him laugh. Jim and I were

great friends for a long while. Almost a whole year, until I began to actually

feel something stronger. I had never been in love before and it had been an

overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and on the way home

blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove me home. The next day he came

by my house and sat me down and told me he had felt the same way. It began.

Two wonderful years, of now loving my best friend. It wasn't always wonderful,

we had our bad moments, but I was the happiest I could ever remember. Jim was

still in the Army, it was time for him to decide whether to re-enlist for

another 3 years or get out, be a civilian. He decided to get out. Jim was a

very private person. It was hard for him to share himself with anyone, even me.

I respected that, and gave him his privacy. But I never realized that meant

that he would leave Yuma and leave without me. I never told him how I felt and

he never discussed his feelings with me. Our last week together was the best.

We stayed up all night and gazed at the stars and went into the dessert and

watched the sunrise. Those times I will never forget. The day came, we got up

and I drove him to the Phoenix airport. The drive seemed endless. We kissed

goodbye, and he was gone. I drove back to Yuma, and went to work.

I had been employed by the Federal Government, a Civil Servant is what we were

called. My job description was Computer Information Specialist. Which simply

meant that I created programs for divisions on a military installation. My last

assignment was to create a program for the communication division. I worked

intensely on this program. Logging in around 25 hours overtime, and 3 months of

work. Three days before my big presentation, that was to be given to the

division head, I was informed that a commercial program had been purchased for

$32,000.00! I could not believe it. I was devastated.

What a bad 2 months I had had. I stopped by the store and got a bottle of

Tequila. I remember the shattered feeling I had. I cried for the first time. I

sat in my driveway sobbing. I just realized that Jim had gone and would not be

back. I felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on my chest and I was

trapped. I was hoping the Tequila would give me strength to release myself.

I woke up the next mourning on the living room floor a red magic marker was in

my very sticky hand.. Lemon peels were scattered all over the room, and there

was a mound of salt where the salt shaker had spilled. I was laying on a map of

the U.S. and a bright red circle around the city of Sacramento, CA. I did not

go to work that day. I slept and cried. and slept.

When I did go to work I handed in my resignation. I drove down to the Ryder

truck rental shop and rented a truck with a hitch to pull my Nissan. I went

around to see all my friends and bid them farewell, most offered to help me load

the truck. We had a farewell party that night. I could not believe my whole

house fit in that Ryder truck. Phoned my family and got a lecture on the way

life deals cards and all that stuff , you know the stuff parents tells their

kids when they think they are making a big mistake. Sacramento here I come.

The mourning I left was a nice March day.. A nice day to start a new life in a

new town. A nice March day to take a drive in the dessert. A nice day to vow

never to drink tequila again. Driving through the dessert can be wearisome,

fatiguing and all the things that you dread in a long drive. Not this trip, it

was the new beginning, I was on my way to find myself. I had 14 hours to

contemplate the reasons I was doing this. My friends said I was nuts, family

said I was stupid. Let's see, nuts and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has

their own opinion. Its not really what I wanted to hear, but I could see their

point.

Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived there for 10 years, graduated from high school,

had lots of friends, had a great job, but one crucial element was missing, I

just wasn't happy there. Everyone, including my family, (who by the way, all

moved back south), said I had everything going for me. I, on the other hand,

did not feel that way. There were hundreds of reasons why I should have stayed,

carried on, but it only took a few significant reasons to abandon my so called

perfect life in Yuma, Arizona.

I remember driving, looking out of the window at the mountains and clay colored

rocks. I realized just how beautiful it all was. Again, my thoughts turned back

to my life. The man I thought I would end up sharing my so-called perfect life

with. I could see his face, remember his smile, hear him laugh. Jim and I were

great friends for a long while. Almost a whole year, until I began to actually

feel something stronger. I had never been in love before and it had been an

overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and on the way home

blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove me home. The next day he came

by my house and sat me down and told me he had felt the same way. It began.

Two wonderful years, of now loving my best friend. It wasn't always wonderful,

we had our bad moments, but I was the happiest I could ever remember. Jim was

still in the Army, it was time for him to decide whether to re-enlist for

another 3 years or get out, be a civilian. He decided to get out. Jim was a

very private person. It was hard for him to share himself with anyone, even me.

I respected that, and gave him his privacy. But I never realized that meant

that he would leave Yuma and leave without me. I never told him how I felt and

he never discussed his feelings with me. Our last week together was the best.

We stayed up all night and gazed at the stars and went into the dessert and

watched the sunrise. Those times I will never forget. The day came, we got up

and I drove him to the Phoenix airport. The drive seemed endless. We kissed

goodbye, and he was gone. I drove back to Yuma, and went to work.

I had been employed by the Federal Government, a Civil Servant is what we were

called. My job description was Computer Information Specialist. Which simply

meant that I created programs for divisions on a military installation. My last

assignment was to create a program for the communication division. I worked

intensely on this program. Logging in around 25 hours overtime, and 3 months of

work. Three days before my big presentation, that was to be given to the

division head, I was informed that a commercial program had been purchased for

$32,000.00! I could not believe it. I was devastated.

What a bad 2 months I had had. I stopped by the store and got a bottle of

Tequila. I remember the shattered feeling I had. I cried for the first time. I

sat in my driveway sobbing. I just realized that Jim had gone and would not be

back. I felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on my chest and I was

trapped. I was hoping the Tequila would give me strength to release myself.

I woke up the next mourning on the living room floor a red magic marker was in

my very sticky hand.. Lemon peels were scattered all over the room, and there

was a mound of salt where the salt shaker had spilled. I was laying on a map of

the U.S. and a bright red circle around the city of Sacramento, CA. I did not

go to work that day. I slept and cried. and slept.

When I did go to work I handed in my resignation. I drove down to the Ryder

truck rental shop and rented a truck with a hitch to pull my Nissan. I went

around to see all my friends and bid them farewell, most offered to help me load

the truck. We had a farewell party that night. I could not believe my whole

house fit in that Ryder truck. Phoned my family and got a lecture on the way

life deals cards and all that stuff , you know the stuff parents tells their

kids when they think they are making a big mistake. Sacramento here I come.

The mourning I left was a nice March day.. A nice day to start a new life in a

new town. A nice March day to take a drive in the dessert. A nice day to vow

never to drink tequila again.



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