So I loved the very first season of Road Rules. Before MTV trashed everything that was good about it, that show rocked my socks. And on that first season, one of the hamsters on the RV hooked up with the baby-faced Mayor of Nogales. In the harsh light of morning, she uttered the classic (at least to me) phrase, "I have got to get the HELL out of Nogales." My good friend and roommate at the time and I named every awkward, dear God make it stop moment from then on a "Nogales moment".
We no longer speak to each other and I have had soooooo many Nogales moments since then. And always at the fight or flight moment, my instincts yell "Flight! Get the hell out of Nogales!"
A Nogales moment led me to move all the way to Santiago, Chile . . . a stupid hook-up that turned into me caring about someone who wound up breaking my heart. And so I started out on my own personal Road Rules. I wanted adventures. I wanted to complete tasks and win fabulous prizes. I wanted to make fake life-long friends. And I did all of that and more.
But along the way, I realized that you never really get out of Nogales. Until you deal with your own shit, you take Nogales with you to the next spot, and on to the next spot, on to the next spot, on to the next. (Bonus points for picking up the song!) I still have Nogales inside of me, but I'm flat busted and too tired to run. And too overworked to complete tasks. And too cynical to believe in fake life-long friends anymore. But I'm working on getting Nogales out of me. I'm gonna replace it with somewhere calm and sane. Not too trendy, nothing flashy. Somewhere I can lay me down and set a spell. And I will be my own fabulous prize to win. I'm gonna put a little piece of somewhere comfy in my soul. Now who would want to get the hell out of that?
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