I distinctly remember going to receive the keys from my new landlords. Mrs. O'Brien told me how sorry she was about the divorce and I just nodded because I didn't have any words for it. I have never felt so simultaneously terrified or brave. My new neighbors all appeared to be college students whereas I was in a trench coat and a station wagon. My "roommates" were a kindergartener and two-year-old...
All day I've been searching for photos and just can't seem to find them. But I learned a lot about myself in that little house. Lessons I'd love to share one of these days.