I’m having a bad day. I found out this morning that I didn’t get the job I desperately wanted. In a year when I was pretty sure things couldn’t go more wrong or get much worse, today was just another blow. It’s days like these when really all I want is to come home to someone who loves me and fall into a big hug. One of those all-enveloping, make-you-feel-safe-and-loved hugs. Someone who’d tell me it would all be okay and work out in the end as they stroked my hair and wiped away my tears.
Instead I come home to an empty apartment.
At least there’s music. And earl grey tea. And my roommate’s cats.
