I woke up the other day with a gasp and a tight feeling in my chest. I grabbed my phone and looked at my emails. Nothing urgent. I made coffee and sat down with my notebook to make a to-do list, and I drew a blank.
I’m sitting in an apartment that is not my own, in a town I don’t know, and nothing is familiar—except the early morning anxiety. I know thi…
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