Hooray! The anniversary of losing my dream job!
my life was flipped upside down, thank goodness
In November of 2022, I stared out the train windows on the F line. The train rounded out of Manhattan tunnels onto the bridge. A dimming autumn sunset filled the train, if a navy night hadn’t already coated the city. I looked at the Brooklyn Bridge, a cartoonish illustration of New York City against thin clouds and tiny dots of light.
This life couldn’t be real.
Somehow, I landed in a successful game of M.A.S.H.:
city: New York, baby!!
apartment—but a good neighborhood, a lofted bedroom! no doors, sure, but high ceilings, yellow cabinets, countertops with confusing height changes!
husband: Though ten-year-old Chloe who started her first journal entry with the sentence “I will marry Jesse McCartney” would be disappointed to know Jesse and I never crossed paths, she would be happy to know—or panicked, because she believed moving in with someone before marriage guaranteed an eventual divorce—that I recently moved in with my boyfriend of 5 years. A guy who ran …
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