I have never felt like more of a teenager than I do today, as I have been granted the ultimate rite of passage for my age group: licensure. This list item has been in the making for quite some time… sixteen years, ten months, and eight days to be exact. It is safe to say that I have withheld a love-hate (but mostly hate) relationship with my driving career. Of the past three states in which I’ve been eligible to drive, each one’s rules have been slightly altered, unfortunately never in my favor. Nevertheless, I am mobile at last. My first solo excursion? Publix, to pick up a pack of Diet Vanilla Coke for my mom… with a subsequent side-trip to McDonald’s for a frozen strawberry lemonade, in typical summer fashion. Most great writers will tout the end of an era… well this is the beginning of one. This is the beginning of something glorious… this means freedom. Buckle up.
Love & Summer,