Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

I am sitting in my new home, in my new office, with new internet. Guzzling coffee before I trek to work, after potentially one of the worst nights of sleep in two months.

The cats need to get used to this new place and stop throwing my belongings around. Phone=floor. Alarm clock=floor. Over and over and over.

Tonight I am meeting a counselor at Lake Erie College, and attending the MBA orientation. Here we go. And she hits the ground running.

My heart is palpitating and my head is pounding. Time to depart.

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