Ironic, huh?… the word home?
I only “Moved in” on a Thursday afternoon.
That’s after my best was two hours late picking me up from the depot.
A one and half hour drive back to her home.
All the while I was acting strong and she didn’t want to trigger anything that could have caused me upset.
Pulled into her driveway — Parked.
Walked into the house and thanked my best friend for being my savior!
A shower and laundry were my first priorities.
I never thought I’d be so excited to have warm water and scented soaps rush over my naked body.
After completing both.
I asked to be taken to the local grocer…
I wanted to cook, my way of saying thanks! But B, her husband is quite meticulous, he’d rather not have anyone touch his stove…
Things were a tad awkward but, I over looked those feelings.
I assumed it was just my over active imagination, I mean I haven’t seen them in 3 years.