What I did was best. Especially for him. I'm happy in New York, if I said it enough times then I would start to believe it. Chicago was an okay place to live. I had a nice apartment there. The weather was much different than Louisiana. Chicago helped me grieve. It was nothing like home. Different was good. I needed different. After college in Chicago. I relocated to Texas. Everything in Texas reminded me of him; So I left. Then I moved to South Carolina. My apartment there reminded me a lot of my family. When I had settled into my South Carolina apartment the dreams came back; So I repacked and left for New York. New York was good, still is. Happily married to my job; The New York public high schools were... fun. And I have my book club. I'm happy. Lie... possibly the biggest one of all.
