A week ago, Robert offered me an opportunity. Suppose I would be interested in going to work with Patricia for Six months. I was still unsure if I wanted to take the opportunity, but I needed a change, and I was in desperate need of a distraction, so I said yes.
I bend down to find my pen, that I just dropped on the ground underneath the table.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving?”
In a sudden voice, I tried to look up and, “Ouch.” I banged my head under the table. Lisa’s tone sounded upset.
“Are you okay?” She still asked with concern.
“Yeah,” I rub on the spot and then looked at her. “So?” Her eyes were wide in question.
“I need this, Lisa. I need a change, and that’s why I’m going.”
“Then change the paint of your wall; quite frankly, I never like the grey on these walls. It’s very depressing.” She said.
“What color would you like on these walls, Lisa?”
“Me, I would apply a lavender field mural on this side of the wall then move the desk to the opposite wall; that way, I could look outside the window when I’m thinking and look at the mural when I’m in stress.”
“Sounds great! Let’s do that.”
“What?” She shouts, with surprise. I gave her an amused nod.
“Or maybe I can surprise you before you get back.” She came in and hugged me, “I’ll miss you so much. If I ever travel to New York, I’ll come to visit you there.”
“You mean San Diego.” I corrected her.
“No. New York!” She said.
“Patricia is in San Diego, Lisa.” I corrected her once again.
“She was, but now she’s in NEW YORK.” She stressed the last two words.
“No! That can’t be...” I started to pace. “Oh my god, what I’ve done, I just made a deposit and one month rent at a rental property in San Diego, and the movers are on their way with all my stuff. How can I be so stupid?” I hold my head in my hands.
“O, dear.” Lisa winced. “Didn’t Robert or Patricia mention NYC.”
“No. Never, when Robert asked if I wanted to go help Patricia, I assumed San Diego, so I never inquired further.”
After Sam’s death, I was so distracted I barely paid proper attention to what was going on with other people around me. I guess I missed it.
“Fuck!” I slammed my hand on the desk.
“What are you going to do now, Jessica?”
Now, I don’t know if this was a mere coincidence or just a simple eventuality. I inhaled sharply and shut my eyes, “I guess I’m going to New York.” I sulked and sank in my chair.
I’d already sublet my apartment for six months. I had to cancel my apartment in San Diego; I got my rent back from them but lost my deposit on the rental place. Then I booked a hotel room in New York to stay there until I look for an apartment to rent over there. Then I’ve asked the movers to store my stuff in the storage until further notice. 'What a mess?' I cursed myself for being so reckless and careless.
Mom was astonished by the news, and she was supportive. However, I got scolded for being careless. It took me nearly three days to convince Alice and Sage to support me moving to San Diego; they were never happy with my decision. But now, when I mentioned I was going to New York, they were overjoyed by my error.
I was clueless about this change in my life. I didn’t know anyone in New York other than Aaron. I wanted to inform him, but I thought I would first get myself appropriately situated, and maybe if he’s available and not traveling, I’ll call him and meet with him.
I looked back at my room one last time and sighed. Standing in the center of my apartment staring into the half-empty space, I said a silent goodbye to my home and walked out--closing the door behind me.
Alice and Sage picked me up. Mom was meeting us at the airport.
We met Mom, and she came with David. I was happy to see them together. We all sat at the coffee shop and chatted for a while until the boarding announcements blared.
“I love you, Mom.” I hugged her.
“I love you too. Take care, honey. Call me when you reach there.” Mom hugged me back. Then I hugged David.
I hugged both Alice and Sage, “I’m going to miss you two so much.”
“Oh, don’t bother, have fun. By the way, I’ve already let Aaron know your flight details, and he is coming to receive you at the airport.”
I rubbed my temple. I wanted to scold Alice so severely, but I held my tongue--for now.
On the flight to New York, I began to reminisce about all the fond memories of the first time I met this arrogant man, Aaron Fort, in Vegas.