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in. When Phillip got back from the grocery store, after my sister decided to tag along so she could see the city, because 'it's been damn long' in her words. He got back to make a few calls f

hol too." "I do not as often though." "So what's keeping you up?" I could ask the same question but how do I explain that I just had the best dream that I didn't want to wake up from, I wanted to sink into that world that's now a memory and never return to this that's filled with pain, absence and loss. Maybe I found the words to what I wanted to say but it didn't really do justice to how it felt. "Nothing much, just tired. I couldn't go back to sleep. So here I am." "Here you are." he repeated and took a large gulp of his drink only to pour another glass for himself again. "You need to take it easy there Phillip." I said to him pointing at his glass. Something must be really bothering him to want to drink the whole bottle. I honestly didn't want to be there to witness him drink till he was satisfied, now the question is if he was going to be satisfied. "You are talking about this", he said, holding his glass up. I nodded. "Oh this is nothing. I need to think and alcohol helps me with that." "How come you are doing this at this time? When your fiancé is upstairs sleeping. You should be with her." I gently scolded him, but it felt to me that I was prying, which I didn't intend to do for long. "I had to work so I needed something strong. My job can be a bit demanding so it takes a toll. So tell me how was your interview?" he sat on the stool by the counter I was expecting him to ask me, because he had always followed my progress about my job hunting since I arrived here. Since I was too tired to stay awake and give feedback I might as well do it now. "It was awesome. The interviews were clashing. I only had time to attend two of the openings. Hoping the two I missed, they rescheduled. But that's very unlikely." "Not really. Since you told them, they will fix another interview. Working in Seattle can be hectic when you've started, but they always try to be flexible."he explained. Maybe I just needed some getting used to because this change was like the sea and I was just still finding my balance through the waves and storms. "I hope so." "You'd get used to it. The chaos must be new to you. I'm wondering though how was growing up in New York City like for you?" I stopped laying face down on the counter as I tried to remember. It seemed all that had been happening there were memories and I was treading through the memory lane. I smiled and sighed. "It was awesome. I'm used to the chaos; it was what kept me going. And moving from one neighbourhood to another was the only thing as hectic as hell." "You sound like someone that hates change.'' That wasn't a question but he plunged further into the conversation. I began to feel comfortable with the thought of talking about a vital part of my life I still hadn't processed. "I do hate it. It's a constant thing for humans, living but it doesn't change the fact that it's scary as hell. I mean it's like starting all over, throwing all that has ever been like it didn't exist. But then that's like a new path to try other things right?" I rambled. "The truth is that humans wo