Hope. Rain is cleansing and brings new life. New beginnings, a fresh start. A fresh new life for me? A new start in life in a new city with a new source of hope. That's what I've "prayed" for every night for the last few months. A new life with last year behind me. The 10th is the day my foster father died. The 10th is the day I received the first set of photos. At times, it all feels so long ago, but at others, it feels like I got the photos yesterday. It's strange to think that it's been a year already.
I have been staying at a friend's house (Thank you so so much Melody) in this new city for the last week for my job interview. I have a second interview on Wednesday. I have a pretty bad cold, but maybe I will get the job anyway. Maybe I will get the job and then move to this city full of rain.