The Side Effects of Endorphins

I do not like the term adulting. There are times I do not feel like much of an adult, as I feel like the transition to being an adult happens without much pomp and circumstance.

If one must describe a defining moment, it would be the day I stood in the front of my parent’s house with a set of keys and a U Haul truck. I was headed to Virginia. I don’t think I spent much time below the Mason Dixon line.

I was living in Philadelphia at the time. I don’t know why this was not my coronation into adulthood. Probably because I did most things on a cash basis. That’s a sad notion in itself. In one’s own mind we need to establish credit to consider our selves an adult.

It felt odd driving that U Haul truck. in retrospect, it was the great unknown. We didn’t have Google Maps to guide us there and cell phones to update family on your progress. I am not the best driver in the world. I tapped the bumper of another car in a pathing lot somewhere. I left a note but never heard from the person.

It was intimidating driving over the Potomac River and venturing into Virginia. I remember at the pool of the hotel the following day. It was early march and warm enough to swim. I thought myself part of the world, doing what ever I deemed fit.

I found a place to live on my own. I no longer had to call my Mom as how to cook one of her dishes. I could go to the grocery store and buy my groceries and cook what ever I was hungry for. I no longer had room mates. I believe the first meal I cooked was Halibut.

It snowed a few days later.

The entire concept of Destination Unkown has always intrigued me, Here is a story I wrote a while back, that I reworked and was recently accepted for publication this week.