The brisk air nips at my already rosy cheeks as I shuffle down the street, Hobbes scampering ahead of me. I swear, if I ever took this little rascal off the leash during a walk, I’d never see him again.
I imagine Grant taking Hobbes out, like he did last night, his giant shadow paired with the pup’s tiny one. I smile, a little sadly, as I watch Hobbes sniff the new sidewalk, grass, and mailboxes. It must be a thrill to experience a new place. I wish I felt the same way.
Grant’s neighborhood is absolutely stunning, with ornate buildings and even a little park around the corner. I don’t spend too much time admiring my surroundings, however, because I know I won’t be here for long. My thoughts are stuck in a slow spin, focusing on why I’m here in Grant’s neighborhood instead of my own, and
