I actually had a pretty free Fourth of July.
I got up a 5 A.M. For once, it wasn’t hard; I’d been glad to escape my terrible nightmares involving hiding in dirt-holes from rouge robotic-cops. (Usually my dreams are mundane and pretty clearly linked to whatever I did that day, so I don’t know where that one came from.)
I had to get up early to travel home, which would take about three hours. I wanted to get there in the morning to avoid traffic from the nearby city. So, even though waking up sucks, I had the pleasure of driving east into the rising sun.
I live in Pennsylvania, AKA the greatest state ever, and driving through misty mountains at sunrise is exhilarating. Heedless to the fact that it was 6 AM, I was having a solo party in my little Ford Focus, rocking out to my favorite songs and drinking the views ’til I drowned in ’em!
I mean, I was driving, too, but I was also multi-tasking and doing all of this much more interesting stuff at the same time.
It occurred to me that I am a twenty-year-old American woman, and I am very free. I have my own car and I can drive it to wherever I want to go. (Mostly because I’ve never felt inclined to go to off-limits places, anyway– places like Area 51 and Centralia.) I don’t have much money, but I have enough that I can spontaneously drive three hours away to spend an explosive American holiday with my old high school friends.
There’s a lot of bad things behind why I have all this privilege and freedom and I think it’s also true that I’m not as free as my country’s leaders would like me to believe. But since it was a holiday, I temporarily let myself forget those negative things and enjoyed myself: me, being loud in a car pushing 70 on the highway in the Creamsicle light of the rising sun.
Also, take this kind of kitschy but still awesome tune by Foxy Shazam to get your daily dose of Uh-Merica. Oops, that is a Regina Spektor reference… :)