Moving in a few months to begin one of those elusively seductive MFA programs, where I will be lavished by the ocean breeze. Okay, more likely it will be one of those cases where I won't make it to the beach until February and then it will be a frozen spray of ocean mist. I can't complain. The program is amazing, and the town should be as well.
I am still in the phase of fantasy about this endeavor, where the stipend will be enough to live on, the students I'll be teaching will all be brilliant, and I'll find an apartment with a management company who will be only to thrilled to welcome me, my two dogs, my four cats, my two birds and my cat's pet gerbil Yummy into their community.
I never should have agreed to let my cat have a gerbil. It's the gerbil that will put me over.
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