Really, I wouldn’t miss anyone, much. The only people I knew in the city were those I’d worked with and I did everything I could to avoid them outside the office. It wasn’t that they were bad people, it was just exhausting trying to seem normal to them. To pretend I knew about or was interested in the TV they watched or the diets they followed. To listen to their stories of children and husbands and have only anecdotes about my small life to offer in exchange.
