Small Town Living
Traffic lights (Photo credit: taѕuki)
Thankfully my town has more than one traffic light. But honestly it feels like if you drive more than 3 miles that you are bound to run into someone you know. That is not always a good thing. For the past I don’t know how long I have been quite reclusive and utilitarian. I go out and get what I need and go home. I go to work. I get things done. I haven’t felt like socializing. I haven’t felt like chit chatting. I have my reasons.
It seems like in the last month I have been tested. I have come to the conclusion that I do need to get out and do more, but I want to do it on my terms. I don’t want to be forced. I don’t want to deal with situations that are unpleasant. Two weeks ago I am almost certain I saw my ex as I was driving down the road. The light changed and before I knew it he was gone. Then I ran into someone I didn’t want to in a store. Then running errands today there was the ex again; well, it was his vehicle. Is the universe telling me something? I don’t want to have to see him or deal with him! It’s been over a year and I haven’t seen him in all that time. Why two times in one month? I kept on my path and just kept going. I’m just baffled. I’m praying I don’t see the ex-husband, too. That would be icing on the cake, would n’t it?
So while I love Asheville some days, small town living is sometimes a pain. You run into people you don’t want to see and you just can’t avoid it, no matter how much you wish you could.
