I ,Marianna Deluca, am a city girl. I love the hustle and bustle of the city. Gucci and Prada are not just designers but a religion to me. So why am I standing outside the airport in Roswell, New Mexico attempting in vain to flag down a nonexistent cab. One word. Friendship. My frister (more than a friend almost a sister) Liz decided that New York just wasn’t doing it for her anymore. Plus her boyfriend Kyle got a football scholarship causing him to move half way across the country with Lizzie nipping at his heels.
Okay, I know you make a lot of sacrifices for love or whatever but if I have to shop at The Gap I am going to be very pissed. Don’t get me wrong I am all for being open to new experiences and seeking out the unknown but I am used to the fast paced ever changing atmosphere of New York City. I’m used to tearing up the hottest clubs that only the who’s who can gain entrance. What am I supposed to do here in Mayberry? Go cow tipping? I sigh and check my watch. With the time difference I’ve gained two hours.
You are probably wondering what I am even doing here if I love my home so much easy. It just wasn’t the same. Without my closest friends there wasn’t anything left for me. If I don’t have my closet friends to share the college experience with it’s just not worth it. With that bit of knowledge I transferred from the ever impressive NYU to RU. Boy, I just hope I don’t regret this. I’ve always heard the biggest regrets we have are the chances we don’t take. I hope whoever said that knew what they were talking about.
Pulling out my call I flip it open and speak into it. “Call Liz.” I command. It blinks an assortment of colors before stating itself, “Calling Liz” Don’t you love technology? I wait anxiously for the brunette to answer.
