It’s been raining fairly frequently here in Sedona. A few days ago, I was driving to have lunch with Glen in Cottonwood, and I stopped paying attention to the road for a second. When I looked back, I was veering a little to the left; in an attempt to straighten out, I jerked the wheel to the right, resulting in the car hydroplaning. I then repeatedly swerved left, right, left, right, until finally the universe decided it was time to stop. I then proceeded to spin around one and a half times until I crashed into a ditch, facing oncoming traffic.
I think if there had been any cars on the road, I would have tragically hit them all. Someone’s watching out for me.
I also recently realized something about Sedona: I don’t like it.
I miss having friends. There are no young people here, no music, no cool places to hang out and meet people.
Or maybe I need to accept that happiness comes from within. It’s not Sedona, it’s me.
I’m glad I’m here because I’m learning so much about myself, and I love living with Glen, and we’re so amazing together. But I don’t want to stay, and he does.
I feel like I’ve hit a wall, and I’m not sure what to do.
The end.
