Saturday afternoon, I left New Jersey and went back to New York. I need to clean my apartment and prepare for my first day of work at the Metro Magazine. The scene when I left mom's place was melancholy.
Mom was emotional and a little bit reluctant to let me go. I hugged both of them and promised that I would call every night and visit them every weekend. I took a deep breath and focused on the road. The sun is about to set, and I have been driving for thirty minutes now.
I've called my two friends and told them that I am coming back to work on Monday, and they were ecstatic. They said we have to celebrate tonight and go to a bar. I rejected them at first, but they won't take no for an answer.
I will only have a few hours to prepare before they come barging into my apartment. On the ot
