At home, I am free. I can walk into the Mississippi Sun, turn the key into the ignition of my car, and drive for hours. Go east and slip into the foreign lands of Alabama. Mosy west into the flat land of the Mississippi Delta. Hit my favorite coffee shop up north in Oxford. Or drive straight south to the coast, see how many rain clouds I can intercept.
At Yale, I am trapped. I don’t have a car here. Assignments keep me constantly in my room. Or the library. But I can’t go there anymore. I accidentally played Brad Paisley’s megahit “Check You for Ticks” without headphones plugged in. Take this as my apology letter.
So to rid myself of these constraints, I walk.
By Lukas Flippo
