It's not just tonight. Angela's been carrying this overstuffed backpack of uncertainty for the last year and a half and until she manages to get home and stay there, it'll be strapped to her back. Nothing ever is stable enough for her to give serious thought to permanency, except the thought of her never being able to go home again. That, to her, seems like the start of a lost cause.
"When I first got there, I did IT for the local hospital. Then I picked up a second job doing consulting for the Police Force. After I quit there, I still worked at the hospital and taught art for a while, but that kind of dried up and I stayed at the hospital because that what paid the rent," Angela muses, shoving her hands into her pockets, looking as bored as she can be with that list of attempts at living like a normal person. And oh how she was bored. Even more bored than she is here. It's a different kind of boredom than just having nothing to do; she's wholly unfulfilled, unhappy on the inside, and restless with no control in her life. It's what beat out her eternal positivity in the end and the likelihood of it coming back the longer she stays away from her family and friends is slimming.
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"When I first got there, I did IT for the local hospital. Then I picked up a second job doing consulting for the Police Force. After I quit there, I still worked at the hospital and taught art for a while, but that kind of dried up and I stayed at the hospital because that what paid the rent," Angela muses, shoving her hands into her pockets, looking as bored as she can be with that list of attempts at living like a normal person. And oh how she was bored. Even more bored than she is here. It's a different kind of boredom than just having nothing to do; she's wholly unfulfilled, unhappy on the inside, and restless with no control in her life. It's what beat out her eternal positivity in the end and the likelihood of it coming back the longer she stays away from her family and friends is slimming.