moved in

Dear Nick,

I’m in my new apartment now. It’s cute.

The drive here was OK, pretty non-eventful. Goose was a good boy and my mom didn’t drive me too crazy. My new place is on the second floor, and there’s no elevator. My neighbors are nice and helped move the heavy stuff.

Yesterday I started bawling after dropping off the U-Haul. I’m here now. I’m really here. I live here, not in the same building as you and all my other friends.

I’ve tried calling you, but you didn’t answer and haven’t returned my calls. At times like these, I feel so alone and like you don’t actually care. But then I keep remembering that time when we said bye once, in my doorway. You hugged me so tight and said that it was too bad that timing was so lousy. It makes my heart hurt to think about that.

Love,
Holly