9. A story in 250 words or less about your favorite city.
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I never lived in Rock Spring, but my boyfriend did for a time. I would constantly complain about the thirty minute drive through miles of dark woods on either side of the highway, deer crossing signs ominous in my headlights. I would see shadows in my peripheral vision and be convinced a deer was going to leap across the highway at me with no time to avoid the collision. Plus, every time I drove back home at night, there were always at least five cop cars on the route home, like that was all they did, patrol that one stretch of road from Rock Spring to Fort Oglethorpe. So, along with deer being on my list of fears, I also had the possibility of being pulled over to contend with. This girl watched way too many episodes of Supermatural for driving in secluded darkness to be okay. I can only handle being away from city lights for a little bit at a time. Not because I just love the lights of Chattanooga so much, but because it only takes so long for me to freak out. Again, someone who has watched way too many scary movies.
I hated it, but I would do it anyway because it was the only way I got to see him. But now, even though I live with him, I miss that drive. It gave me time to think, to listen to CDs, come up with great storylines or poems. It was therapeutic love.
