“Call me Cliff,” he said. “And I understand completely. I look forward to hearing from you.”
When I left the restaurant, and made my way home my head swam with facts and questions, with dreams and conflicts. I did want to move onward and upward, and Cliff would give me the opportunity even though it would take time. But how long would it take me if I carried on with the road I was following now?
Relocating was a big deal. I hadn’t lived anywhere else, New York was my home. My life, my friends, it was all here. But what was holding me back? And Boston wasn’t so far that I couldn’t visit.
All these things spun in my mind when I unlocked my door and stepped in. I noticed a piece of paper on the floor by the door and picked it up.
I want to see you again. Start from scratch. Call me.
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