Afraid of falling
I am.
When I say that, I just mean from this ridiculous height.
Tonight, at least, I feel rebellious, seductive, and defiantly forward-looking.
Forgive me for conflating all these things with dubious connective tissue, but:
One of my fellow underwriting trainees from 2009, who has actually been with the company in various capacities for twelve years, just quit SF to follow her husband to a new job out of state. She decided she's too free a spirit to stay with the highly regimented direction the company is going.
Our next door neighbor of more than 20 years finally passed after years of illness, and my mom went over to say goodbye this morning. When she was on the phone with me tonight, the ambulance arrived.
2014. What is up with you so far. You're opening like a weird season three of some series with all kind of wildcard plot points. I don't know if I like you yet, but you're definitely keeping my attention.