Hello!! I am so sorry for the delay, I was finishing school and writing very very many pages of fiction for applications to MFA programs. All missed moxies will be out this week, get ready for a lot of me, baby!
thank you for your support and understanding!
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I lived, for a few years beginning in 2014, with a woman who woke up each morning, donned an appropriate outfit, made her breakfast and her lunch, and accomplished each of the tasks she set out to do that day. She now has two terminal degrees and a child. A wonderful husband (they met in college) and a banking job. Her life seems ideal to me. Though I have shared a four hundred square foot space with her, her behavior then and now is foreign and impressive. I cannot understand anything she does and everything she does results positively. (She and I are still very good friends. I was in her wedding, maybe she will be in one of my next ones!)
When we lived together, she had far more money than I did. (I was, for part of that time, only partially employed. I have spent most of my life assuming that, if you really need it, you can always find money. This is, of course, completely untrue. Nevertheless, I persist.) Often, she would come home and complain that one particular market had outrageously priced whipped cream, even though they sold very fairly priced chicken.
“Caroline, how do you know how much whipped cream costs?” I would ask, in awe.