**This is an installment of my fictional blog, MinneAppleGirl. Check out the full story on the link below. Happy reading!**
Does anyone ever sleep well in a new place? I always find it so weird, like the bed isn’t what you are used to, it’s too quiet or loud, the light isn’t the same…I always wake up at odd times of the night or too early in the morning. At least Jessie’s spare bed is comfortable, and she even has those fancy high thread count sheets I’ve always wanted but am too cheap to buy.
I studied the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking of what I should to today. For the first time in years, I had no demands on my time, or, a specific plan really. I thought about the master plan Jessie and I put together last night over a bottle of wine and SATC on DVD.
“Maddie, this is the perfect time to reinvent yourself. Find a job you really want, not just something to pay the bills.” Jessie had told me, while refilling our wine glasses with white zin, which has always been my secret guilty pleasure. Don’t judge.
“Easy for you to say. You’ve been into chemistry since high school. I’m 24 and still don’t know what I want to do with my life.” I majored in business at NYU, and while I know it’s a great school and all, I didn’t do as much as I should have with internships and networking and never got one of those amazing jobs so many of my classmates managed to snag. I ended up as an entry-level analyst at a small financial company off Wall Street, and worked 60 hours a week on stuff that literally bored me to tears sometimes.
“Not to mention that I have exactly $3,425 to my name, and most of that was from my damage deposit I got back. And I eventually want to stop mooching off of you and find my own place. Maybe. I have to see how I like it here.”
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