1. 30
    Apr

    The City I Was Running From

    I leaned my head back against the cab, letting the hot night breeze saturate my face. The city I was running from went by my window in seamless blurs. The cab driver was talkative, said he liked to work that way to ward off the loneliness. He used to be a high-powered businessman until one year he lost $12 million in a bad deal-now money makes him sick and he much prefers driving around the city, talking to his customers. He asked me what I did. When I told him that I was a recent graduate, still unemployed, he told me to just marry rich. I smiled to myself at the irony. Afterwards, in my own car, trying to find my way out of the city and into the suburbs, I got to thinking about everything I was running from. The fear of new experiences and opportunities. An uncertain, ambiguous future. Responsibilities, my feelings. But as I looked around I realized I had only driven in a large circle-I was still downtown. I suddenly felt ridiculous that the one thing I couldn’t run away from was something as concrete and tangible as my physical location. I let my head hang down toward my steering wheel and felt hot tears on my face. I was lost, in every sense of the word.

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