#RunningAhead, #PreCrisis
Back in my apartment, I woke up with pillows on the floor, one sheet half off the bed, and the other twisted around my ankle. The alarm clock said it was time to get up.
It was hot and sticky. Regardless, running was a must. I had tried to ring Lou the night before, with no answer; next on the list was BFF Jen.
‘What job’s more likely to get you near the hot guys?’ was her first question. I changed the topic to discuss her life in Sydney, and she happily obliged.
The past year ran through my mind. Fifteen months ago, I had been aimless and bored in Sydney. Since then, I had worked in Sydney, volunteered in Rome, worked for room and board in Nottingham and Eastbourne, landed an amazing job in New Haven, and now I was being offered the holy grail of PR jobs in t
