“You know, you’re going to have to start having a life sooner or later.”
I rolled my eyes at Shreya’s statement as I held my phone tighter to my ear and shifted closer to the train door. “What are you talking about? I have a life.”
We have this argument about once a week, so I’m honestly not surprised the topic is being brought up. And maybe the reason I haven’t actually bothered to come up with a suitable argument is because she’s right.
She proved it by saying, “I mean something besides binge watching every single show on Netflix and eating entire pints of ice cream in one sitting.”
“I don’t do that,” I replied automatically, despite the fact that she’d just described exactly how I spent the last two weekends.
I’d moved back to Seattle to essentially start over. But despite having
