Coming to the ocean is like coming home. It’s still dark out. The tide is high and mighty, like it gets only at nighttime. I let myself think about him when I’m here.
I’m not even mad at him anymore. But I do wonder if he ever thinks about me. I wonder if he has dreams about me, or if he ever picks up the phone only to put it back down. It’s tragic, really. My hopes were that college would be a lifechanging experience and that it would make me forget all about him. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I barely tolerated it.
That’s why I moved to California, where I could intern and get some real-life experience instead of more school. My future clients might not be too thrilled though when they find out I skipped law school in my path to becoming a lawyer.
I’m too much like my father. I work too
