A red bandana and a golden retriever named Honey

This is not how I imagined it, not paperwork, and not picking up soda cans at conferences, and not mustached men standing way too close to me in an elevator with only the two of us to fill it.

I’ll sell my car and buy a truck and a dog, I swear to god, I’ll go to Idaho, because if this is my life if this is my if this if THIS is my life then I will be someone else until it blows over.