I had a job interview two days after you left. I thought that, after so long struggling, grasping at straws, I was finally able to do so the second you walked out.
I got called back for four places. I have an interview tomorrow for another. I’ll see which pays more, and keep going from there.
I’m actually mapping out how to move to Arizona in July.
I’m just sad that it took the loss of you to become who you wanted me to be.