By EBK Riley
"How about Maine?" Mike asked
"That's in the upper right corner, right?"
"The what? You mean is it in the Northeast, in New England?" He laughed
"Yeah, that's on the upper right when you look at the map, like we're on the lower left."
"You mean the Southwest, because Arizona is in the Southwest, not the lower left."
Even though we hadn't been on a car trip longer than an hour, we were seriously considering moving across the country together. We were both going to grad school, partly because I was finally finishing my bachelor's degree after many false starts and big gaps, and partly because we were both ready for a change--together-- which was a change in itself. Mike was considering lots of options and had sent for applications from universities all over the country. I saw brochures coming in the mail from the University of Michigan and Notre Dame. When we talked about grad school again, I said, "I don't want to live in the middle."