SOUL SEARCH
SOUL SEARCH
I sighed, looking around my dreary apartment. A half-empty pizza box lay on the floor. The walls were stained and full of holes from the previous tenant, and the landlord had never invested the money to fix these issues. I shouldn’t complain, though; the location was ideal and I could never afford a “good” apartment on my minimum wage catering job anyway. Still, it wasn’t easy to make ends meet, and my long-term, long-failing relationship had finally ended, adding to my ever-increasing woes. I sighed again, pondering the miseries of my life, but my flow of thought was interrupted by a splash on my face. The ceiling had begun to leak a few days ago, and I didn’t have the know-how nor money to fix it. I stood up and stretched. Enough was enough. I needed to find a way out of this mess. Life couldn’t go on like this.
