We've been back in New York since three days ago and I've been busy with the move. It's not easy to move across states and it's a chore to change addresses and IDs and whatnot. Yesterday, I enrolled Gianna in her new school, which she will start on Monday. Then I looked for a job opening wherever I could find—Keith offered to hire me, but I didn't accept it yet, not wanting to work in the same office as him. I didn't finish college like I wanted to back then. Even though I had some training and certifications in doing admin work, it's tough to find an office job.
Ever since I gave birth to my daughter, my whole life shifted and my silly dreams were not priorities. I make sure she always has meals and goes to school like the regular kids. Then I find myself wistfully laughing at how I mirrored my mother when I was Gianna's age. I now have great empathy towards her ways of raising me. She had it tough as a single mom and I couldn't love her enough.
