Blindfolds, walls, and motorcycles

This title is inspired by a conversation that I had recently with a very dear wonderful friend. I was sitting outside of Super Walmart on my cell phone listening to this friend bemoan the latest upset, and I truly, truly felt her pain because I've been there...sometimes beyond there.

The year after I graduated from college the following things happened:
I moved...ALOT
Shreveport to DeRidder to Baton Rouge to New Orleans---from May to August...I literally moved once a month.

Then Katrina hit and I moved from New Orleans to my (now) ex-boyfriends apartment, to his parents house, to my great aunts house, to (finally!) my own apartment!

Then Katrina was over, or as over as it could be and my job moved BACK to New Orleans. So I moved back again. This was last February and thank God, Buddah, Walt, I haven't moved since. In the midst of all this I ended my 3 year, longest, most healthy relationship and started dating...

The beginning of being a single in the city was f-u-n. I mean swinging from the chandeliers going to bed at 6am fun. Then I got hurt, again, and again, and again, and again. Oh, and I lost my job. I quit one and was laid off from the new one, and Jeee-sus! I didn't know how much more I could survive this.

So, I'm thinking all of this and relating the various similarities of our lives with my friend and she says something so brilliant and amazing that its the only way that I will be able to think of this time period of my life, probably for the rest of my life, and if I ever have fat little babies I will tell them this very thing when they are my age and this is what she said:

Your 20's are a time when you discover which way is the right way to go and I feel like someone has blindfolded me and put me in a room of brick walls and the only way to know that I'm going the wrong way is to keep ramming myself into the walls.

To which I responded that I felt like the past year I had been blindfolded on a speeding motorcycle and now maybe (with a new, better job and *crossed fingers tightly here* good guy hanging around) I'm finally just walking instead of riding like a hell's angel and I am stupidly thankful for that. So bring on the walls...as long as I'm able to keep walking. I would prefer not to ride, thank you.