Hestia no longer

What just happened?

Huh.

As I Drove home from Grass Valley on highway 80 I mulled over...life. She had taken my life, shaken it up, and thrown me back out. I was jaded and perplexed.

My life slowly filtered threw my mind.

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For as long as I can remember I had been content with my life. Growing up in suburbia can do that to a person. Growing up was about family, friends, neighbors, and soccer. Later on in middle school life got interesting when hormones flared. In high school it was who your friends were and what sports you played.

Then I diverged from the mainstream.

As everyone was preparing for SATs and getting their college transcripts ready… I was content. It never even entered my mind to apply to a college. For some reason I didn’t feel a reason for leaving. I didn’t apply to a single college, not one.

 I was Hestia. 

 Once at the local Junior College I drifted between majors and aspirations. Fueled by a fear of commitment… I wasn’t ready. Then after three years at the JC I met…her.

Sarah.

Sarah was in a Biology class in which I was a T.A. She actually ended up dropping the class because she ran track and it conflicted. Anyway, we kept running into each other and hit it off. It was great. She is a very athletic person. We would spend hour’s outdoors …great times. We never once kissed or talked about how we felt towards one another. She was brought up in a very strict Christian family. We communicated threw playful banter and lingering looks… that kind of thing. There was only one snag.

Joe.

Joe was Sarah’s father. Over seven months I attempted to appease Joe. Yet he would have none of it. For seven months I drove an hour every Friday to Grass Valley to spend time with Sarah’s family to what end…?

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I watched the car lights going north zip by. I drove home broken hearted. Sarah had just told me she wanted no more…while Joe stood near by.

So why tell this story? Because Sarah had shook my reality. After Sarah I was ready to settle on a major and move on with my life. I grew from the experience. I acquired a taste for change.

I am no longer Hestia.