After a few weeks living at home, actively not doing anything to the best of her ability, Tara had come to a certain realization about herself that she otherwise would have never been forced to confront.
Tara didn't have much of a life outside of her job.
And that was... distressing, to say the least. Like, you know, it wasn't enough that she had been forced to come home after getting canned at her job. But now she was actively trying to find some way to occupy herself with something that wasn't the tedious desk work that she had grown accustomed to (notably it wasn't chores either, but her mama never complained) and she was utterly failing at it. Tara had been laying around watching TV and staring glassy-eyed at her phone for so long that she was getting bored of it—and that was a true testament to just how lazy she had felt ever since she'd come home.
But Tara had been blessed with a car—an absolute necessity when it came to getting anywhere in this podunk little hometown of hers.
She'd probably filled it up... twiiiiice(?) since she'd come home. And since she didn't exactly have a lot of places to be throughout the day, it wasn't like she ever just got the urge to gas her trusty sedan up and go for a drive. But after nearly three months of laying around, that honestly sounded like just the thing that she needed...
"That's not the only thing that I need these days..."
Pulling her shirt down once more over the squishy pot belly that had crept up over the course of her termination, the moving, and the sitting around at home for weeks at a time, Tara grumbled into the steering wheel as she prepared herself for her first drive in probably a month. Clothes shopping wasn't an absolute *necessity*, but she could for sure stand to lose a few pounds. Which literally just getting out of her mama's house was the first step to doing, apparently.
"When did Mama start keeping all that junk food in the house anyway?"
Paying it no mind, Tara backed out of the driveway. Spartanburg might not have been nearly as big as Charleston was, but a lot had probably changed since she'd been gone. She hadn't gone cruising since she was in high school. Since she'd first gotten her car. That was a long time ago now—far, far longer than she really cared to think about...
And of course, the first place that Tara thought to go was...
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