They finally got so fed up that they both packed up their most important things, grabbed their guitars, and hopped on a bus to New Mexico. Each state line they crossed was like entering a new layer into their new existence. First they shed their old names and adopted new ones. Next, MaryJane and Lyla erased their real pasts and created a more glamorous and easy history.
Through all of the planning, rest stops, and fast food it never felt real enough for them. They could introduce themselves all they wanted, but it almost felt as though everyone could see through their new identities. They began to feel silly the closer they got to their destination; beleiving that no matter how much they wanted a fresh start they would never really find one.
The bus stopped for the last time for MaryJane and Lyla and pulled away leaving them alone at the bus station in the small town. It was a short walk to their new home, but they took slow steps. Still not sure if they could actually find the peace and escape they craved here or not. Maybe they could out run their past for a little while, but surely not forever. Somehow someone would find out that MaryJane wasn't really from a more than priveleged family and that Lyla wasn't really a mystery in the world. Eventually someone from their past would find them, or at least find some way to affect them. Dragging them back into the lives that was forced upon them.
They spent the days working outside either farming, landscaping, or other odd jobs. Nothing with any real commitment and anything to keep them outside ins the wamr sun and moving. They had thrown away their cell phones after the third state line and their only electronic possesions now were a small amp for MaryJane's bass and an ipod.
At night their front porch was filled with music. After dinner they would spend their evenings in rocking chairs or laying across the wodden porch writing songs about their real lives hoping no one would ever figure them out. Of course there were nights they spent on the town, but every night was jsut one night. They never wanted anyhting forever still afraid they would have to leave sometime soon.
So here they are now living in a behind the times house in a small new mexico town. Enjoying themselves every day living free from the burdens of their past. Every day it gets a little bit easier to let go of the fear, but it has an ever present dwelling in the back of their minds. For now they are free and neither girl has ever been so happy.
"Riga girls like to kiss
Make me wish I was someone else
Oh, Riga girls are you sad?
Oh, I wish I had someone"
- The Weepies
