Suitcase Of New Beginnings
Scott’s mumbling produced a tight beat in the air as he grabbed a partially packed luggage from the room’s corner. I’m leaving this place, Carmen. He threw the words over his shoulder and said, “I’m starting over without this baggage.” I watched him with steely resolution developing inside of me, not grief, since it was the epitome of leaving the past behind—a bag full of clothing and dreams that excluded me.
Suitcase Of New Beginnings
Calling For Support
Overwhelmed, I picked up the phone and dialed Lisa, my best friend. As I attempted to convey the nightmare that was playing out in my living room, her voice was a comforting salve. With words that bordered on desperate, I said, “Lisa, you won’t believe what’s happening.” ‘Okay, Carmen,’ she comforted, ‘we’re going to work this out one step at a time.’ Her cool, collected comments helped center me and ground me.
Calling For Support
