When three friends who had volunteered to help me move placed the last boxes into my new study, I couldn’t wait to close the door behind them. I thanked them for carrying what seemed like endless boxes of books, a limited collection of kitchenware and other household goods, and a hodgepodge of furniture up two flights of stairs. I then ushered them out the door. I had done it. All my stuff—what there was of it—was together again in one place—in a new apartment, in a new town. And it was all mine.
Ch 11: A New Life
After I ended my engagement, I started a new job in a new town, but the universe kept interfering with my plans to embrace my new life.
