Things seemed to be going well. The questions were still fogging my brain but I had done my best to push them to the back of my mind. There was no point in making fast decisions by throwing a handful of short fused dynamite at the situation. I stopped searching for a way to move to Washington. I didn’t know how it was all going to work out; I figured I would know the right thing to do when it was time. I was allowing myself room to let things work out on their own. I hadn’t purposely been looking for anything that night; I had just been unable to sleep. Thumbing around on craigslist was something I did when I was bored. I stumbled on a house sitting opportunity in Washington. I wasn’t sure what to do at first but it felt like a sign. I emailed the owners of the house. The opportunity was just too good not to at least try. It was a slim chance and I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up; so my Grandmother and I kept the emails to ourselves. I hadn’t wanted him to know just yet. I knew what he would say and doubted it would be encouraging. It was hard for me to keep the secret when I was so excited but I knew what would happen if people found out. They would have questions and I wouldn’t have answers. So I endured my silence. I knew the opportunity was going to cause me some confusion and a few complications but I hadn’t been prepared for what had come next…
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