Does anyone else have that one memory… that one moment that is the epitome of being “carefree?” I have it. When I’m stressed, scared, anxious, needing an escape… I go to it. I long for it. My mind flashes back to it without warning and without a second thought.
I’m 18. My friend Rachel comes to pick me up in her burgundy car. It is messy and smells like incense. There are half empty water bottles, she has attempted to clean the windshield with vinegar and newspaper. There are lighters, old papers, handmade sewn creations, etc. She lights the incense and has a mixed CD playing. Phish, String cheese incident, Jimi Hendrix, etc. We drive out of town with no destination. The windows are down, the weather is perfect. My hair is in my face and I don’t care. Nothing really matters. We smoke cigarettes and we just drive. We are driving nowhere and that is okay.
This memory is vivid because it is one of the few times in my life that I’ve felt carefree. I got lost in the music, the freedom of having no destination, the moment. I was 18. Life was very simple.
Sometimes, I long for simplicity in a very chaotic world.