Hey. I'm Rue. That's short for Ruth — not that it really shortens anything, does it?

I'm 42, and today I blew up my life in a single afternoon. Quit my job. Quit my boyfriend. Emptied my bank account. Left everything behind and just… drove.

It’s just me, my car, a shoebox of blank cassettes, and this old analog cassette recorder I stole from the office on my way out the door.

Where am I going? No idea.
Do I regret it? Not yet.
Am I scared? Absolutely.