I graduated from the University of Minnesota this past Spring with a degree in English. Considering that I had no desire to teach, it wasn’t very useful…but people were impressed for some reason…”Wow, an English Major…wow…” and then they could not find anything else to say…but nonetheless I had the damn degree.
I had lost contact with all school friends as we had all gone our separate ways, mostly to different states and of course promising to keep in touch. We had not.
I had no boyfriend and no prospects. sigh.
Both parents were dead. I had one sibling, sister Karlie, who was two years older than me. She was delightfully married to George and very busy with 1-year old toddler, Annie and a little mutt named Cantor.
I lived in a luxury (read that safe) apartment in a luxury (also read safe) suburb because even though it was very tragic and sad that my parents had both died young…they had left a really sick amount of money to be shared equally between me and sister, Karlie…but not until we BOTH turned 30.
So, in the meantime we had also been given a “nice” sum of money that lawyers doled out to each of us every month…to see us through to the big payoff.
Don’t hate me.