Daisy said I could move in “whenever,” and I think I surprised her a little when I said I would bring my stuff over that afternoon. Hey, I could languish in a teenage girl’s bedroom, with a teenage girl’s things, or I could be here by myself, with a river to look out on and a place to call my very own.
Which would you choose?
It took me, with Mary Beth’s gracious—and perhaps relieved—help, all of about two hours to move and settle in.
And now I found myself on the couch, Ruth snoring at the other end, laptop where its name intended it to be, perusing the Help Wanted ads on Craigslist. I wasn’t so sure I wanted a job anytime in the near future but thought it couldn’t hurt to look, to see what was out there when I was ready.
Besides, Fawcettville was lumped in with all of greater Metropo
