After spending An Evening With the Maine, Celeste and I headed back home to our little city of Freeport. Neither one of us were all that tired, so we decided to go to the park.
We got there and talked about random things for a while as we swung on the swings; going to the dentists, our bloodlines, the traditions that come with our heritages. As we both sat there, we both thought. We didn’t talk about what was bothering us so much. We never do. Even though we both knew exactly what was bothering the other. The relationship I have with her is different from the rest. We try and keep each other’s minds on the positive, nothing negative. We make each other laugh and get each other out of the house and make each other do something with ourselves as much as we possibly can. We try and keep the drama in our lives separated from our friendship.
In due time, we both got bored and decided to go home. As I was driving, more thoughts ran through my mind. Without any thought, I asked her, “Is it just me, or does everything seem to be becoming more unbearable?”
She responded with, “Yep.”
“So we’re both feeling the same thing.”
She nodded her head.
At that moment, I came to realize pretty much everything I had been trying to avoid all this time… Living in this God-forsaken town was just a very small part of what bothered us.