I shut the front door. My parents finally left. They were both retired so it’s not like they missed a ton of work while I went through physical therapy at the hospital and was finally released. But they really needed to go home. My parents were divorced, my dad had remarried to Charlotte, who was the woman on his arm in my hospital room. Looks wise she was nearly the complete opposite as my mom. I guess if you’re going to make a change you really go for it. Where my mom was like me pale and ginger, Charlotte was dark with jet black hair. According to my mom who’d I’d trust more than Charlotte, I actually got along great with Charlotte. Also according to my mom the divorce happened not too long after my sister left for college. They really had only been sticking together for us and have remained friendly. When it came to divorces according to all involved it was very mutual and without much drama. My mom was still single, but she was a big online dater. Who knew that was actually a thing? It took a while to convince them to leave. I get they were concerned for my health and well-being, but seriously hovering and jumping at everything I did with the hope I remembered something was not helping me.
I finally just had to tell them “I love you, but go home.” It was actually Charlotte of all people who convinced them to give me space. Thanks, Charlotte, I guess you are as cool as people say I thought you were. I have no idea how to do grammar referencing things like that. I must work that out.
I definitely let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding after I shut the door. Eloise chuckled from the couch where she was immersed in killing zombies in her game. Claire was wrapped in a hand-knit blanket clutching a steaming cup of coffee and a reading device, a Kindle she called it. I was still trying to wrap my mind around how many things have changed.
I remember just a few months ago when I was super excited to get a pink Motorola Razr. Now anything that is a flip phone is considered an antique. And now there are things that do it all, you have an iPod, Phone, book, computer, and so much more all in one device. It seemed just like yesterday to me that I signed up for a facebook account, and now apparently I’m a social media manager at a company with one of my roommates. Who knew that was an actual career? And apparently it paid really well too. Of course not enough to live in the city by myself, but in comparison to most it paid a lot.
Eloise promised to give me a crash course in all the social media platforms when I was ready. There’s apparently more than two. I only know my username and passwords for myspace and facebook, hopefully I didn’t change those at any point. And I’m supposed to be some sort of guru when it comes to the social media universe. I’m so screwed.
“So they’ve finally gone?” Claire asked.
“Yes, they are definitely gone, for now…” I replied.
“Oh good, so I can pull your porn box out of my closet that I hid for you.” Eloise said without looking up from her game.
My eyes grew wide in horror. Claire smacked Eloise.
“Don’t be a jerk, Eloise.” Claire said with her southern drawl.
Eloise laughed and paused her game before looking up.
“Dude I’m kidding. I only hid your sex toys.” Eloise smiled innocently. Claire smacked her again.
“Seriously, Sarah, don’t trust anything this ONE tells you. She’s just messing with you. I think.”
I chuckled, it was hard not to. I already was getting used to the two women I lived with. I never thought at the ripe age of 34 I’d be living in a small apartment with two other women. I pictured myself being married with two to three kids, a few dogs, a house, and you get the idea, “The Dream”. At least I had a successful career. I shouldn’t be too down on myself about having a great career at this point in my life. It could definitely be worse. I could have a great career that I have no idea how to do…
Eloise said our job is pretty cool and totally understands that I lost 10 years of my life and aren’t going to fire me for essentially not knowing how to do my job. There are good companies out there afterall. It’s already terrifying enough wondering how I’m going to go about my daily life not knowing basic shit everyone else knows about, or wondering if I’ve already made an ass of myself to any of the cute guys that I see in my neighborhood. Though that could also be a good thing, I could really play up the amnesia card.
My roommates, Eloise and Claire, gave me space while I tried to trigger my memories with my parents around. I guess my roommates were people I was really close to because they really knew my habits of when I’m stressed I lock myself in my own bubble until I was ready to talk. Unlike my parents who hovered anxiously waiting for me to recognize something.
The thing I wanted to do most but also dreaded was read my journals. I couldn’t do that with my family hovering. Knowing me I probably wrote incredibly embarrassing or private things in my journals and didn’t want to open one at random and see some sex story and have my dad read it over my shoulder. My roommates checked in on every few hours seeing if I needed anything, I think they were also trying to see if I needed to be rescued.
So far I can see why I have Claire and Eloise as my roommates and friends. Claire is in her 30s, like me apparently, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact I’m 34 freaking years old. She’s a blonde and blue eyed Southern girl, I haven’t quite figured out where in the South she’s from, I’m sure I could ask but I just feel so stupid not knowing anything so I haven’t asked. As far as I can tell she wears suits a lot, something about sales, but I’m not completely sure what she sells.
Eloise is also in her 30s and divorced. She got married pretty early and it fizzled out quick. We apparently bonded over our mutual hate of spin classes after we both took our first class at the same time and immediately went and had a fattening brunch drinking Bloody Marys for hours to get the spin class out of our system. Eloise was from Boston and was a bit more upfront and told me that story right away so I had something to go on who she was. Claire smiled and patted my shoulder saying that when I was ready to talk about my past her door was always open. I couldn’t tell if it was her being Southern polite or she was just really nice. I instantly felt closer to Eloise rather than Claire just because Eloise was so much more forward, but honestly I wasn’t sure I could talk to either just yet. I knew my stash of journals would be in my room somewhere and I really should tackle those first. The journals couldn’t lie to me at least.