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here, but I doubted he would receive it until he got back to shore. All my friends were out on the water. Sure, I knew plenty of people in town, but I usually just called them. I had no idea what their email addresses were and my damn phone was in the bedroom.
I flipped through the channels a few hundred times before finally settling in on a marathon of The Walking Dead. I could totally be a zombie. I could drag myself along the floor and tear my clothes up. All I needed was the makeup job; even my belly growls would be real. A man cannot live on Oreos and peanut butter alone, but I was going to try. I felt like the kid from the Home Alone movies, eating junk food, overdosing on TV, except that kid at least took a shower.
Lydia
Saturday
My goal of the day: get my assignment for my new client. I woke up this morning bright and early and chose my favorite scrubs to wear for my meeting. I wasn’t sure if I had to wear scrubs, but scrubs were pretty much the bulk of my wardrobe.
Ethel stopped by before I left and offered up breakfast.
“Thanks Ethel, but I have to head out this morning to pick up my new client’s case file.”
“Oh, that’s great; you are falling right into the swing of things. I will help you get set up if you need help later. Then, we can enjoy our plans and the Maine lifestyle on Sunday.”
“You bet, Ethel, we have a date. I’m headed to the office in a bit.” She gave me a quick hug and headed back to her home.
I had a 45-minute ride to the office. Home Angel Alliance’s corporate offices were located just on the outside of Calais, not far from the Wal-Mart. I double-checked that I had everything I needed related to my transfer: my new Maine driver’s license, Social Security card, copies of my background checks, and my resume. My Pennsylvania office had sent almost everything to them, supposedly, but I took copies just in case.
After I signed on with this client, there was no turning back. I would be a Maine resident. This was just another step toward me living again. I looked at my left hand and fiddled with my wedding band. Was I considered still married as a widow? I hadn’t asked for it to be over. Would it be wrong to take them off? The more I thought about it, I didn’t want to open myself up to questions about Mason. I didn’t want to lose my shit in front of anyone. Mason would want me to be happy, right? I chose to move forward. After my mental debate and some gentle tugging, I removed my rings, threaded them onto my necklace, and tucked them into my shirt. I grabbed my purse, my cell, and headed out the door to my future.
Why did they put these corporate offices in the middle of nowhere? I kept following my GPS, and it said I had another fifteen minutes to go. My mind always wandered when I drove, or cooked, well anytime really. I laughed at myself, how the hell did I ever make it to Maine from Pennsylvania? It was a miracle I didn’t end up in Mexico . I really had no sense of direction. Thank goodness for GPS or I would be screwed. Mason used to pick on me and make fun of me about it all the time.
After I finally located the corporate office, I approached slowly. My heart rate picked up speed and I could hear it beating in my ears. I took a few deep breaths to stop the thunder of my heartbeat filling my head and parked my SUV.
As my anxiety threatened to consume me, I tried to calm myself while I pondered the source of my nervousness. I loved being a home care nurse; it was so different from the hospital setting. I was a good nurse . I told myself as the thumping of blood in my ears started to wane. I had three cases I’d left behind in Pennsylvania. I had been with each of them for four years; they were like my extended family. It had been hard for me to leave my patients, but it just wasn’t enough the make me stay in Nazareth. Everything else, from the traffic lights to the supermarket to the local bar, just broke my heart and hurt my spirit every
I flipped through the channels a few hundred times before finally settling in on a marathon of The Walking Dead. I could totally be a zombie. I could drag myself along the floor and tear my clothes up. All I needed was the makeup job; even my belly growls would be real. A man cannot live on Oreos and peanut butter alone, but I was going to try. I felt like the kid from the Home Alone movies, eating junk food, overdosing on TV, except that kid at least took a shower.
Lydia
Saturday
My goal of the day: get my assignment for my new client. I woke up this morning bright and early and chose my favorite scrubs to wear for my meeting. I wasn’t sure if I had to wear scrubs, but scrubs were pretty much the bulk of my wardrobe.
Ethel stopped by before I left and offered up breakfast.
“Thanks Ethel, but I have to head out this morning to pick up my new client’s case file.”
“Oh, that’s great; you are falling right into the swing of things. I will help you get set up if you need help later. Then, we can enjoy our plans and the Maine lifestyle on Sunday.”
“You bet, Ethel, we have a date. I’m headed to the office in a bit.” She gave me a quick hug and headed back to her home.
I had a 45-minute ride to the office. Home Angel Alliance’s corporate offices were located just on the outside of Calais, not far from the Wal-Mart. I double-checked that I had everything I needed related to my transfer: my new Maine driver’s license, Social Security card, copies of my background checks, and my resume. My Pennsylvania office had sent almost everything to them, supposedly, but I took copies just in case.
After I signed on with this client, there was no turning back. I would be a Maine resident. This was just another step toward me living again. I looked at my left hand and fiddled with my wedding band. Was I considered still married as a widow? I hadn’t asked for it to be over. Would it be wrong to take them off? The more I thought about it, I didn’t want to open myself up to questions about Mason. I didn’t want to lose my shit in front of anyone. Mason would want me to be happy, right? I chose to move forward. After my mental debate and some gentle tugging, I removed my rings, threaded them onto my necklace, and tucked them into my shirt. I grabbed my purse, my cell, and headed out the door to my future.
Why did they put these corporate offices in the middle of nowhere? I kept following my GPS, and it said I had another fifteen minutes to go. My mind always wandered when I drove, or cooked, well anytime really. I laughed at myself, how the hell did I ever make it to Maine from Pennsylvania? It was a miracle I didn’t end up in Mexico . I really had no sense of direction. Thank goodness for GPS or I would be screwed. Mason used to pick on me and make fun of me about it all the time.
After I finally located the corporate office, I approached slowly. My heart rate picked up speed and I could hear it beating in my ears. I took a few deep breaths to stop the thunder of my heartbeat filling my head and parked my SUV.
As my anxiety threatened to consume me, I tried to calm myself while I pondered the source of my nervousness. I loved being a home care nurse; it was so different from the hospital setting. I was a good nurse . I told myself as the thumping of blood in my ears started to wane. I had three cases I’d left behind in Pennsylvania. I had been with each of them for four years; they were like my extended family. It had been hard for me to leave my patients, but it just wasn’t enough the make me stay in Nazareth. Everything else, from the traffic lights to the supermarket to the local bar, just broke my heart and hurt my spirit every
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