Not My Life

Audrey

I wandered into a late breakfast on Wednesday morning. Annabelle was already at work at the bookstore, and I’d kind of been hoping that Mom and Clayton would leave as well. It wasn’t like I was trying to avoid the two of them. There was no avoiding them when we all lived together in such a small space. But I’d kind of been hoping to have a quiet breakfast by myself. A breakfast that my dietician would approve of, too.

As it was, I was already starting to feel the effects of eating unhealthy food since I’d arrived here. I’d tried to limit myself, but there was only so much that I could do without offending Mom. I couldn’t seem to get it through her head that I couldn’t eat like I used to when I was a teenager. Not while maintaining the level that I wanted to maintain to go back and get the sort of roles that I wanted to.

Of course, part of the trouble I was having at the moment was just motivating myself. Homesickness had sunk in hard, and I couldn’t help but want to be anywhere