I am thinking of simpler times.
It seems like a lifetime ago, and I can barely remember how I felt, the feeling of it all. I do remember the life I lived, it was a small life, a comfortable life of my own.
I did struggle financially, I indulged in reckless shopping even when I knew I couldn't make rent the next month. I remember my beautiful comfortable apartment. The day I got it, and how I decorated it.
I remember the job hunting. Back then, I thought I would find a boyfriend perhaps a rich one. But I can remember thinking that if I didn't make it in this life, I wouldn't marry for love.
I was a girl who loved the luxurious life, and I had already seen too many women my age marry for love and lead a comfortable quiet life.
