She was super smart and truly talented, with the most generous spirit – so generous that her offer to come stay with her was rent-free. Plus, it was near public transportation, so she didn’t even need a car.
The position afforded her the rent on the cutest one-bedroom apartment, where she could walk to everything – all the trendiest shops and restaurants.
She’d gotten the job of her dreams, working in PR for a design firm. My friend Cara, and college roommate of four years, knew the funk I was in and invited me to come stay with her in Boston. Not exactly desirable, but I had no other choice.īut, about a month later, I got a glimmer of hope. To make that summer worse, while most of my friends were moving in to new apartments, all hyped about things like furniture shopping and employment benefits, I was jobless, with no offers other than the one from my parents: I could move back home and continue my job search there. Needless to say, I was beyond devastated, especially because I’d been totally head over heels for this guy and really imagined myself being with him for the long run. For starters, my boyfriend of two years had just broken up with me, saying that while it was nothing personal he just wanted to put college behind him (which evidently included me). It was the summer after I’d graduated college – a particularly rough time for me in more ways than one.
Did I ever tell you about the time I got Lucky? Lucky, my cat, that is.