After handing over my damage deposit and the initial month’s lease, I hardly had sufficient cash remaining for food. Outfitting the place seemed out of the question.
Even so… it belonged to me.
That Saturday morning, I stood near the cooking area window grasping a cup of quick coffee while rain dripped down the pane. My closest friend Morgan was on speaker, hearing me gripe for the tenth occasion that week.
“Do you realize what your issue is?” she questioned.
I chuckled. “Other than having no money?”
“You’re acting dramatic.”
“I’m having noodles for my morning meal.”
“That honestly shows exactly what I mean.”
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