Sarasota is beautiful, but I didn't notice. My life had quickly fallen apart and I had no idea what to do next. My parents split up; my best friends got married.
I didn't return to Wesleyan for my senior year. I had no car; I had no job; I had no plans. My father and I lived in a dump and my high school friends had scattered. I went from being busy every moment of the day doing activities I loved to doing nothing. With no enthusiasm whatsoever, I looked for a job and found one as a secretary to an attorney who had no clients, which was a good thing as I was a pitifully slow typist and had forgotten my shorthand.
My boss was gone most of the time doing God knows what and I was alone in my windowless office hoping the phone would ring and it seldom did. I was seriously depressed but didn't recognize the signs.
I auditioned for a play at the Players and was given a small part. I made some new friends. There were several charming young men hanging around and I liked them very much, but they were not exactly boyfriend material. My days and nights were filled with mild boredom, but I didn't really notice. I was sleepwalking through my life and was going nowhere so very, very fast.
TO BE CONTINUED
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