Table of Contents
Prologue ................................................................................1
One........................................................................................3
Two......................................................................................11
Three ...................................................................................19
Four .....................................................................................24
Five ......................................................................................29
Six ........................................................................................32
Seven...................................................................................36
Eight ....................................................................................43
Nine .....................................................................................46
Ten.......................................................................................52
Eleven..................................................................................60
Twelve .................................................................................65
Thirteen...............................................................................71
Fourteen..............................................................................76
Fifteen .................................................................................82
Sixteen.................................................................................89
Seventeen............................................................................93
Eighteen ............................................................................101
Nineteen............................................................................108
Twenty...............................................................................113
Twenty-One.......................................................................122
Twenty-Two.......................................................................127
Twenty-Three ....................................................................134
Twenty-Four ......................................................................140
Twenty-Five.......................................................................146
Twenty-Six.........................................................................155
Epilogue.............................................................................162
Prologue
Epilogue
New Year,
New You
A Novella
Tarrah Anders
Tarrah Anders
S a n D i e g o , C A
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Contents
Prologue ................................................................................1
One........................................................................................3
Two......................................................................................11
Three ...................................................................................19
Four .....................................................................................24
Five ......................................................................................29
Six ........................................................................................32
Seven...................................................................................36
Eight ....................................................................................43
Nine .....................................................................................46
Ten.......................................................................................52
Eleven..................................................................................60
Twelve .................................................................................65
Thirteen...............................................................................71
Fourteen..............................................................................76
Fifteen .................................................................................82
Sixteen.................................................................................89
Seventeen............................................................................93
Eighteen ............................................................................101
Nineteen............................................................................108
Twenty...............................................................................113
Twenty-One.......................................................................122
Twenty-Two.......................................................................127
Twenty-Three ....................................................................134
Twenty-Four ......................................................................140
Twenty-Five.......................................................................146
Twenty-Six.........................................................................155
Epilogue.............................................................................162
This story is dedicated to those who have had tragedy hit their lives, to those who helped heal us
and
Helped glue the pieces back together.
You are our Guardian Angels.
XX
Whatever you fight, you strengthen, and what you resist, Persists.
―Eckhart Tolle
P R O L O U G E
Prologue
I sit with my client as we discuss his upcoming goals
and his soon to be new want list when it comes to his future of living in housing. My client explains his wants, and needs and we look at his file together to collectively come up with a plan. We’ve been sitting at the table in my office for over an hour, when my cell phone on my desk goes off. I excuse
myself from my client and retrieve my phone, noticing it’s not a local phone number, I silence the ringer and then put the phone back down.
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br /> I return back to my client and apologize for the
interruption and we retrace our steps back a few and then
restart. My phone vibrates on my desk a moment later and
then stops. I get up again and pick up the phone, I look at the screen, another number that I don’t recognize and I put it back down.
My phone vibrates several times over the next thirty minutes. While I’m finishing up with my client, my desk
phone rings and I excuse myself quickly with an apology.
I answer the phone and listen to the caller, my
roommate inform me of the reasoning that my phone has
been going off for the past several minutes. Her words
started out sharp, but as she continued on they became
muffled. I’m unsure if I said anything, or if it was her or I that ended the call. But as I turn to my client, with tears brimming eyes, I calmly shake his hand, tell him that we will need to continue our appointment at another time and see
him out of the office. I open my email and send off a quick email to my boss and to the human resources department,
gather my belongings and leave the office.
I’m going through the motions, however I’m not
sure how. Call it automatic, call it survival, but I’m leaving work and driving to my childhood home, where no one will
be.
C H A P T E R
One
They say that it takes a village to raise a child, well
they weren't freaking kidding! I sat on a bench at the local park on McAllister Drive with a fierce eye on the speedy
little five year old darting from structure to structure, hiding behind posts and jumping out at other children to scare them and disappearing within the tube slide only to make my heart beat faster. You need at least five people with you at the playground for all these blind spots!
I'm not cut out for this! I think to myself shaking my head. Now I understand why my parents had a glass of wine
every night.
Thankfully, I'm only babysitting, but the thing is –
I'm babysitting my neighbor’s daughter and my neighbor has become a close friend who I wouldn't want to let down, and especially not lose her child.
There was a crisp chill in the air, which was normal
for November in San Diego, and while the sun was in the
sky, I was wishing that it was summertime again and I was wearing shorts and flip flops. The only good thing about this time of the year was the holidays and the end of the year is my most favorite. New Year’s is always a time for renewal
and potential change.
Finally, when it is lunch time and I gather Stella, my
charge, the speedy five year old and we walk back home.
She's skipping excitedly and I feel like she's dragging me. I promised her earlier a grilled cheese sandwich and now
that’s all she can talk about. That’s another thing with kids, you tell them one thing just one time and they perseverate on that tidbit forever!
We live in a fairly nice family neighborhood, many
homes that all look like they belong in a 1950's TV sitcom, except the houses aren't painted a god awful color and the tones are more...muted. My home is a single story home,
whereas my neighbor’s house is a two story home just built perfectly for entertaining. I unlock the front door and we remove our boots and jackets in the mudroom. Stella flees
and flops down on the giant sectional couch in the living
room with the remote.
"I'll just be a bit, lunch soon, okay kiddo?" I ask ruffling her hair as I pass.
"Yessum." Stella says changing the channels and
getting comfortable.
I've been spending a lot more time over here since I
moved back to San Diego, not wanting to be by myself and
finding the comfort of others rather than being by myself and droning on how I'm all alone. One would say that I'm
avoiding my feelings and what happened, but I would
consider it as making due with what was handed to me. I'm a
twenty-five year old, single adult female... hear me roar! Or something along those lines.
"Nessa! Can I has soup with the sandwich, like you
said it goes wif?" Stella shouts from the other room.
"You got it Bean!" I say back to her having adopted the family nickname that her parents tend to call her.
I busy myself at the stove while keeping an ear out
for anything harmful happening in the next room. I plate our sandwiches and soup and bring them out to the dining table.
This will be a teaching moment, Stella's never had the
pleasure of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, so
I'm hoping that she will love it as much as I do, so we can bond over this moment and perhaps make this our thing,
especially if I continue watching her until I get myself fully settled.
Like I had hoped, Stella loved the meal. And like I
had hoped, she says that it is what she wants whenever I
babysit her.
Score one for Vanessa!
Later that day, Stella and I are snuggled together on
the couch as Mindy, her mother, my neighbor and currently
only friend comes home. Mindy is an interior designer, and her husband Dave is a pediatrician.
Mindy is gorgeous with medium golden brown hair,
that is just too dark to be blonde. She has bright green eyes and freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. She looks like the girl next door, which is funny because to me she is.
However, there is something wild about her.
Mindy sits beside Stella as she recaps our day together, Mindy's smile shows that she's pleased that we're getting along as she loving looks at her daughter.
"It's almost dinnertime, would you like to stay?"
Mindy asks me.
"Oh no, I've got laundry to do next door and I really should go through things and maybe unpack." I say thinking to how I’m getting tired of going to my suitcase for the past several weeks. I just can’t bring myself to unpack my
belongings, even though I have no intention of going
anywhere.
"So then, you'll be staying?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking so. I mean, it's not every day
where you don't have to pay for the astronomical rents that they charge everywhere for a house. I got lucky there." I say, trying to be as uplifting as one possibly can in my situation, adding a forced smile for effect.
"I get so worried about you being in that big house
all by yourself." She shakes her head. Mindy is only three years older than me, but she's wise beyond her years.
"I may rent out some rooms down the road, but for
now, I'm good. I have you guys right next door."
"Any luck finding a job?"
"I interviewed downtown at one of the homeless
providers the other day, I'm just waiting to hear back."
"My fingers are crossed, toes and eyes too! But if
you need the money, we can totally pay you for watching
Stella." She offers.
“That’s not necessary, it’s like hanging out most of
the time. That kid is cake. She probably babysits me more
than I babysit her.” I joke as I head out the door.
We part for the night and soon I'm alone in my
home. I go from room to room and turn on all the lights to make it feel, not so quiet and lonely. All that usually does though, is remind me that I am alone and that this hasn't been my home since I moved away for college. I never thought
that I would come back to live in this house and I certainly never thought that I would be living it in alone so soon.
I shake my head to dislodge the sad thoughts and
gather my laundry bin and take it to the garage. I roam
through the
house and finally settle in the living room
flipping through channels. I got through another day, I can do this.
I was woken by my cell phone screeching from the
other room. It sounded like a dying animal, which would
indicate that the call was from my friend Sydney. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter.
"Why on earth are you calling me at...seven in the
morning on Saturday? You're usually too hungover to
remember anything."
"I haven't gone to sleep yet. I realize that I hadn't talked to you in a few weeks, so I wanted to do a quick shout out as I was thinking about you." She slurs.
"Thanks Syd. What's new?" I ask sitting down on the kitchen stool knowing she rather do the talking than
listening.
We were roommates in college and at one point were as close as to people could be. Hell, we shared a tiny dorm, then an apartment that didn't seem much bigger with a previous fling of mine. Having all this space now, seemed
like such a waste when I was so used to living on top of
another person.
"Oh you know, the same old. Jane and Max are
broken up again, Charlie is still thinking that he's the hottest piece of ass on the planet, and I may or may not have made out with him last night." She quickly says the final part.
"Oh Syd. Why don't you just fess up that you like
him?"
"Because he's a hooker who isn't the settling down
type."
"Neither are you!"
"Good point. Besides, he's got a bunch of groupies
who trail him everywhere, I don’t need to be added to that."
"You know you would be his number one groupie
though, he's always had a soft spot for you."
"There's no soft spot on his body." She giggles.
"Gross. Gross. Gross. I do not need to hear that.
Just.. Gross!" I laugh.
"I aim to please." I can tell she is smiling proudly.
"Not this early in the morning. What else is new?"
"Nothing. I miss you. But-." Yawn. "I'm sleepy now.
I miss you Ness."
"I miss you too Syd. Get some sleep, sober up."
"Night."
"Morning."
I guess I can start my day now, thanks to the early
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