Eleven Miles

You can take every thing, every thing I own, but you Can't take the music out of my soul. So, come on baby take it all away. I ain't gonna change. My point of view: well, it ain't that new. We an ancient people with ancient truth. So, come on let them take it all away. I ain't gonna change.

I marched eleven miles the night they took my Blue Beast away! Nothing in this world remains the same. I get that. But, I still have a hard time swallowing our lack of honest communication.

The afternoon prior to the disappearance of my truck, I had a conversation with a collection specialist as to the intentions of my 2003 Ford Explorer. It was ninety days past due in the amount of about twelve hundred dollars. Due to a prior bankruptcy and a high interest rate, I literally paid for almost four years and still owed the same amount as I had when I purchased it. Astronomically redonkulous.

The specialist queried and I responded with the facts that my father was about to do my taxes and if I had enough I would catch the loan up and if not, I would willingly surrender my vehicle. He said I had fourteen days. I said, please do NOT take it away in the middle of the night as I would be unable to travel to school or work. I was assured I had fourteen days to resolve the matter. I told him I only needed seven. They were aware that I had relocated to Tampa, Florida. Nice.

Thursday morning, I came out and my truck was nowhere to be seen. I cried. My sister took me to school. Subsequent events that day exacerbated  the situation further and I was a hot damn mess by the time I was dropped at my apartment after looking at a car with my father. Thank all the powers that be for my father.

I felt trapped in my apartment. I missed my friends in the ROC. I was restless and felt like I was a pinball bouncing off the walls here. So, I left. On foot. I walked six miles down to the Ocean. A down the beach and meditated. I cast my fears in the water. I drank a Gatorade. I cried. I sang.

You can take everything, everything I own. But you can't take the music out of my soul. So, come on baby, take it all away. I ain't gonna change. I meant it. I still do.

Three miles back toward the house and I had received a text from one of my co-workers asking how and where I was. I said I had just walked all those miles (in Brandon's brown boots, no less). She asked me to let her know if I needed a ride to work for my next shift. I laughed and stomped my feet and pouted at the Sky. I NEED A RIDE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! Less than ten seconds later I heard my name. Christi. Christi. GOD?

Another one of my co-workers and her roommate stopped to offer me a ride. I figured for the heck of it, Million Dollars...going once. Twice. Nope.

so grateful for the ride. So grateful for the eleven miles. So grateful for the tired old brown boots given to me by someone who is always with me. I walked eleven grateful miles. Cleansing.

So, come on baby take it all away. It ain't gonna change.