Tuesday, June 16, 2009

And it begins...

Unless you've been hiding under a rock, you may have been hearing a lot of stories on TV or online about how grown adults have had to move back in with their parents or grandparents, sometimes with children in tow, due to our apocalyptic economy. This is not my story.
Two years ago this month, for reasons too ridiculous to recount, my six year-long relationship ended. I should have found my own apartment. But I was low on cash (as I always was). And Granny needed a roomie.
At the time, Granny was almost 89, still of sound mind, maybe not so sound of body. Poppy had been gone for 15 years, and she could have used someone in the house. Therefore, by the grace of God went I.

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