Our excitement aligned with the rebellious lyrics and feverish tempo. We were soaring over suburbia on a raised cable bridge freeway. Over eager and full of adrenaline we had no idea where we were or how to navigate the dense city thoroughfare.
I worried the distance would be a death sentence as I found myself alone in my best friend’s mostly empty new living room, 1681 miles from any possibility of weeknight concerts, impromptu G&Ts and sushi, Galentine’s Day, movie marathons, holiday gatherings, city adventures, beach birthdays, and drop-everything post-tragedy afternoons of comfort TV.