Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.
Sarah DessenTag: beginning
Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.
Sarah DessenAll those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.
Sarah DessenHow it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.
Sarah DessenLet's just start and see what happens.
Sarah DessenTag: start
It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.
Sarah DessenTag: divorce
If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future.It's all linked together.
Sarah Dessentalk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.
Sarah DessenNo one knew where I was, not a soul, and while I thought this was what I wanted, I realized, in the quiet of that room, that it was the scariest thing of all
Sarah DessenLissa lowered her voice and added, "I might not even go to school anyway. I might defer and join the Peace Corps and go to Africa and shave my head and dig latrines."
"Shave your head?" I said, because, really, this was the most ludicrous part of the whole thing. "You? Do you have any idea how ugly most people's bare heads are? They've got all kinds of bumps, Lissa. And you won't know until it's too late and you're flat-out bald.
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