1.5 | Desert Snow

With things going well at my job and my paintings selling really well, I managed to save up enough money to buy a used but nice vehicle without putting myself in the hole. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to rely on smelly taxi cabs and the company’s crappy carpool any longer.

1.4 | Winter Is Coming

Days were passing like minutes once I’d found a natural rhythm. Eat, work, play, sleep, repeat. It hadn’t gotten boring yet, and I hoped it didn’t anytime soon. I wasn’t quite happy yet, but I supposed I was content. Even though each day passed in loneliness because each day reminded me of Ginger, it was better than being a cold ghost buried in the ground. I certainly couldn’t – and wouldn’t – complain.