I graduated college and got a full time job.
Actually, I was offered a full time assistant store manager job before I finished my last college course.

I accepted and so began my adult life.

Exactly one day after I accepted my full time job I came home to a newspaper laid out with apartments for rent circled, left for me by my mother. Wow, I thought, I guess they really do want me out. I was 22.

I found a place in a nearby city and moved out of my parents house; just me, myself, and I.

I was alone.
Living alone.
I felt liberated and strong, at first.
I was free to do what I wanted when I wanted.

I was the only person I knew living alone, working a full time job, and with money to spare...

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