A little taste of freedom

I'm a darn good friend.

Last Friday I drove a friend to the airport at 4 in the morning.

Maegan is my Boston angel. She took me in for almost a month when I first came here. She is one of my best friends from my N C C C days. I'm happy that I could do this favor for her.

But, I'm not that altruistic. While she is on spring break in Guatemala, I get her car. On Saturday, I used it.

I haven't been out of Boston and into the rest of Mass. since I got here, and now I have the means to break free. Driving down a highway at 65 mph was glorious! I felt like I was in a bit of control of where I was in life. I wasn't constrained by public transit or work or by the real likelihood that I would get lost in this city. Yeah, I got lost trying to get out of the city and getting back in, but the point is that I got out.

I miss open spaces. While I love the city life, I miss mountains. I miss seeing farm lands and pine trees for miles and miles and feeling like I have some breathing room. I miss the west.

I went to Crane Beach in Ipswich about 45 minutes northeast of Boston. It had been recommended to me from several people when I said I wanted to go to the beach and I wanted to go north. I got a late start, plus I got lost in Cambridge a couple of times trying to find the highway. By the time I got to the beach, I was told that the beach was going to close in 30 minutes. I went in anyway because I had yet to see the Atlantic Ocean. So I parked, walked up the hill, and saw the Atlantic. Had a couple take my picture and then hopped back in the car and drove back to Somerville.

For right now, anyway, I had a taste of freedom on Highway 93. I got out and I was free. I need to get out more often.