What is your greatest strength?
A night like any other. Sitting on the floor at the end of the bed in the dim light of her bedroom/living room/hotel room/home. She doesn't recall ever turning all of the lights on, the lamp by the bed was enough. The TV turned on MSNBC on mute, a sort of lifeline to the outside world (even though she wasn't looking at it.) On the stereo was Amos Lee, giving her the false sense of security she so desperately needed. All and all, not a bad way to spend the evening.
She was making a list of things that would have to be done before she could leave. Leaving was a decision made on a whim, no reason to go but no reason to stay. Boredom was part of it. She didn't like change and if she stays here much longer, it's always going to be the same. She'd never get an apartment. He'd never be anything more than her friend. And she would always feel out of place. Her job was fantastic, she took that into consideration. Paul had assured her Friday evening that a transfer would be waiting for her whenever she was ready.
But London? She didn't know anyone who lived there. (Well, there was Remus but she hadn't spoken to him in ages.) It was change. She was forcing herself to move on, do something different, see something new, meet new people. Everywhere it's always the same after a certain period of time. Sometimes it takes a year, sometimes five years. Everything became routine. The routine would give her comfort... but eventually she'd grow so dependent on her routine that without it, everything seemed to fall apart. Her undoing this time was Alan getting sick. Not that this was putting fault on him, hardly. It could have been anything.
The list was as finished as it was going to get tonight, so she put it away and climbed up onto the bed. Completely unsure about how this was going to turn out but at the same time content by the decision she'd made.
Her greatest strength? Moving on.
She was making a list of things that would have to be done before she could leave. Leaving was a decision made on a whim, no reason to go but no reason to stay. Boredom was part of it. She didn't like change and if she stays here much longer, it's always going to be the same. She'd never get an apartment. He'd never be anything more than her friend. And she would always feel out of place. Her job was fantastic, she took that into consideration. Paul had assured her Friday evening that a transfer would be waiting for her whenever she was ready.
But London? She didn't know anyone who lived there. (Well, there was Remus but she hadn't spoken to him in ages.) It was change. She was forcing herself to move on, do something different, see something new, meet new people. Everywhere it's always the same after a certain period of time. Sometimes it takes a year, sometimes five years. Everything became routine. The routine would give her comfort... but eventually she'd grow so dependent on her routine that without it, everything seemed to fall apart. Her undoing this time was Alan getting sick. Not that this was putting fault on him, hardly. It could have been anything.
The list was as finished as it was going to get tonight, so she put it away and climbed up onto the bed. Completely unsure about how this was going to turn out but at the same time content by the decision she'd made.
Her greatest strength? Moving on.