2001:July:8
2001
How I wound up in this place is a story that I tell too often. Because people who also live here ask. They ask as if they are hoping to hear an answer that would help them explain their own predicament. Or good fortune. Whatever the case may be. Somehow we all just drifted here and made ourselves at home because it was easy.
My sister visits often. More than most sisters would given the proximity but we both derive great comfort from her visits. We talk about our short-haired cats and our estranged and battered family. We speak of obsessive compulsive disorder, low self-esteem, and our lack of significant others. We have reasons for everything. We eat at restaurants and she points out the horror of iceberg lettuce in side salads and I feel bad for suggesting the place. But we both get over it and we order coffee from the local coffee bar and watch the Cape Fear River move like you wouldn't believe.
