Being Free

Once upon a time, I was a broken girl. 

I had just broken up with the boy I had been with for 2.5yrs, the one I planned my future with. When we broke up, I not only lost him, my best friend, but most of my girlfriends and his family who I was very close to. I felt suffocated in my town, the town I had grown up in. I needed to escape. 

So I did. 

I remember loading up my car with a bag of clothes, my camera, and my ipod freshly synced with my itunes. It was the middle of summer and the sun was high in the sky when I jumped in my car with blue jean shorts and a tank top on with my music blaring. 

I sang my heart out, speeding down interstate 40, cried some and let all my fears and concerns go. The Tennessee country side seemed to smile back at me, reflecting the blazing sun.  

I went to a small town about two hours from me where some family lived. The name of the town doesn't matter but it was the typical Southern country town with a quaint little town square, Mexican and Chinese food restaurants galore and the only hang out being the Sonic drive in.  

I spent the next few days there, cuddling some kittens that had just been born, having giant q-tip fights in Wal-mart with my cousins and water balloon fights on their twenty acre yard, almost busting my butt on the concrete garage floor. I went shopping with my Aunt and ate my weight in the most delicious Mexican food in the world. 

I regained myself that summer. I had to eventually go back home to go to work, but almost every weekend I pulled my Camry out to interstate 40 and headed to that small town, blasting music every single time. 

Every single time was a new adventure and I refound a piece of myself that had been missing each and every visit. I had forgotten what it felt like to be free, to love with all my heart and to spend simple, innocent time with family. 

It was only a summer, but that summer changed everything. I met my husband later that summer and he was the first man to show me what it truly meant to be loved by someone else. I took him with me for my next visit and he fit right in, in a way that the last boy hadn't.  

It was only a summer, but every time I go back to that town, a smile crosses my face and I remember those days speeding down the interstate, feeling so free and I remind myself to never forget that feeling, the feeling of being completely free.

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