My freshman year of college I met someone who I thought was nothing more than eye candy. He was handsome, carefree and mysterious enough to keep my attention. Four years later, I found myself in a very serious relationship with a guy who was ready to uproot his life and move to New York for me. The problem? I didn’t want him to.
When I think back to my high school days, two things come to mind: the prison that was life before getting my license, and the freedom that came with driving out of my garage by myself that very first time. Listening to Sugar Ray. With the windows down. And flipping my parents the bird.