Travel down on my own.
I had money. I didn't have to work right away, but I wanted to feel productive. To feel as if I had a purpose.
I would need to do some soul searching. Maybe I would travel.
I needed to find my passion.

Busy. Not that she wouldn't make time. I was sure she would, but she had a family now. She was happy. Janey deserved that. She had suffered so long.
My dad had told me things that had broken my heart.
My beautiful sister deserved to be cherished.
What I needed to decide was what road I wanted to->

Strange culmination of vibrant colors and dark wood.
I had come to love it.
Jedi, my pit bull pup, had his corner, with his basket of toys and his bed. The bed was hardly used.
He always ended up sitting on me, sleeping in my bed.
I looked to my phone. I resisted the urge to call Janey. I was sure->

It was eclectic. Some might say it was Bohemian.
I would say it was a modge podge of things that called to me.
I found small out of the way shops, bought furniture, and revamped it to suit my tastes.
Only the bed was brand new. I had issues about sleeping in a bed strangers had been in.
It was a->

That smile had me wrapping my hands over my middle. "You knew my sissy, my Dad, and my aunt Bells. I've heard about you."