When my best friend suggested, “Why don’t you quit your job and move out here with me?” I nearly broke out in hives.
I thought, “Why would I do that?”
My life was settled. I had a good job, an apartment, and a fiancé. Then I remembered my boss was an ass, my apartment was a sublet, and my fiancé, well, he wasn’t mine anymore.
Once I let the idea of moving sink in—I thought, why not make a new start. At twenty-four, I can afford to make a change. I’ll get a new job. Give myself a year. Who knows, maybe even find myself.
I have nothing to lose.