A Year Ago Today

A year ago today I went back. Less than a year later I moved away. I shouldn't, but I feel guilty, like I should still be there. I know that had it not happened I would not be there now. I would have moved away guilt free. But, alas, this is not the case.

I had quasi plans to be there this weekend too which might be part of the reason I really wish I could be back. Not that I expected the plan to come to fruition, but I still hoped. It would have been fun: the Grove with a person I have fun with, a drive to the city, me partying it up for Halloween and him indulging my fun, a football game, a drive back to the middle of nowhere. I realize now that it was my 2nd homecoming of sorts: going back one year later, seeing the progress, noticing the people.

I still remember the day I first saw a homeless person in the city again. I know that sounds terrible, but it was a sign of sorts.

Now I'm in the world of cocktail dresses with uggs. Not that I've seen any, but it wouldn't surprise me.

Attention People of Oxford

Attention People of Oxford:

If you see me standing on the side of the road, patiently waiting for you to drive by, please do not stop for me to cross the street. I understand that I have the right of way, and I do appreciate your southern manners, but stop being polite.

If I walk out in front of you, then by all means, pause, hit your breaks, and yell at me through your window. If at this point, you hit me, I'll sue you. Don't doubt that I won't do it too.

Just please don't stop for me when I'm standing there not ready to cross the street. There could be many reasons I don't want to cross yet. Fear of you actually not stopping and hitting me instead. Need to readjust clothing and don't want you to see. Want to flash someone, and it's not you. It could be anything.

So people of Oxford, or Oxonians if you prefer, don't wait for me if I'm standing on the side of the street. This girl from Cola and Nola walked the streets without people stopping to let her cross and obviously survived to tell about it. I'll cross when I'm ready. Keep driving. Mostly because, I won't stop for you.

And yes, for those not living in the middle of nowhere, people from Oxford are called Oxonians.