Ten
Sedona
Twenty-one years old
It was my last year of school and my first year in my own apartment, and the kitchen, dining room, and bedroom were all one room. Small but efficient. It was enough for me.
On the way home, I stop to pick up pizza because I have an article to write for the paper. It’s an ongoing series about hot places to visit in the city on a budget. Last week, I scoped out numerous coffee houses that were good places to study. I rated them, and although I have most of the research done, I’ve been procrastinating writing the actual article.
Just as I sit down with my laptop and pizza at my dining table for two, a knock sounds on the door. A few years ago, it would have startled me since I’m not expecting anyone, but I’ve come to enjoy New York. I don’t fear the unknow
