Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen seemed to brighten as Sarah read the document. Eviction. She let out a small, breathless giggle. It felt like the universe was nudging her, giving her the gift of a clean slate.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, an energy coursing through her. “Right!” she declared, grabbing a pen. She began circling dates on her calendar, making lists of friends she could stay with in the short term.

Her mind raced, already designing the perfect apartment layout. A balcony for morning coffee, a kitchen with ample counter space. The eviction? Just the push she needed.