She offered to give me store credit for the dress I had bought. I was low on cash, and I honestly didn't need that dress. I stormed out of the corner boutique with a glare that would keep any rapist away. Funny analogy, I know, but I was angry. What good was this five hundred dollar dress going to do for me when I was dumped by the person I bought the dress for? My life just isn't right, and it's not fair. I raced to my car in hope that I would return to work on time. It was fifteen after one; I was twenty minutes downtown and due back at in fifteen minutes. As I floored my car around the narrow curve, my tires swerved off the road. .
I can't remember much after that, only waking up alone. That was the worst. I was cold and lonely. I thought earlier of how I was making such a big deal about that stupid dress. I thought about how I was rushing to work, when honestly, my boss wouldn't have cared if I were five minutes late. She might not have even been there. My worrying and anger sent me to the hospital for a week. My worrying and anger left me with no vehicle. It's funny how experiences like this make you realize how much of my life is taken granted. I wasn't injured that badly, but I couldn't think of what would have happened if I really was injured. Where would it leave me?.
When I returned home, I expected everything to be the same. Everything looked the same, and it seemed the same. My life wasn't the same. I was a thirty-five year old addicted to shopping. Sure, I had a decent job, but I wasn't married. I had a family, but I was in New York City. My family was deep down south. My accident showed me what I was missing in life. Immediately, I charged my nearly maxed out Visa with a plane ticket to Jackson, Mississippi. .
Maybe that was an insane idea. I could only think about what would happen to my life if I didn't rekindle my relationship with my family. Back home, I could reunite with my first love, and only love.