I wish I could say I’ve traveled the world and lived lots of interesting places, but that just wouldn’t be true. I’d only lived in one place until I moved to Italy for a short season, I’ll go into more detail about that soon. For now, let’s just say my home is Chicago. Of course, there was the time I spent away at college, which ended up being a terrible waste of time. Nothing against college, it just wasn’t for me.
When Allie found out that Sam liked me, she acted like it didn’t bother her, she knew if I thought she liked him, I would never have liked him. Allie wanted me to be happy, that made her happy, luck- ily Evan McMillan, liked Allie, so it all worked out.
Have you heard the word Smudget? Probably not, it’s not very popular; it means a small budget! What was my dad’s obsession with a budget? I didn’t get it; he had plenty of money, so why was he so worried about it? I tuned him out, not only did I not see the importance of the subject, but I thought I had better things to do with my time. I’m not a numbers kind of girl, I don’t hate math, but I’m not a fan of it either. My older sister Audrey enjoys analyzing reports; it’s like a hobby, but not me. I’d rather read a book than a spreadsheet.
I don’t understand it, but my sister loves having a routine. She thrives on it. She’s always right on schedule, and if she isn’t busy, she isn’t happy. I, on the other hand, enjoy a more relaxed pace, but I was working just as hard as she was. Audrey enjoyed all the families’ social obligations, unlike myself which felt there was no worse torture.
I told Meredith, I was almost done with my book when I asked for another small advance. I’m not sure if this was a lie or wishful thinking, but either way, it wasn’t the truth. Obviously, I wouldn’t say to her, “I’m no further along than when I first submitted it, it’s a disaster!”
I woke to the sound of my alarm, and for a moment I forgot I was back in Chicago. I didn’t sleep well. I’m not sure if it was the time change or all the memories of my mother stirred up on the flight home. I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep for a week. I agreed to this meeting with my Dad when I was negotiating with him to change my flight, so that I could have another week in Italy.
The train took me to the airport, and I settled into my not so comfort- able seat in coach. My father purchased a first class ticket for me, but I changed my flight so I could spend another week with Milo. Now I had to live with coach. As much as I enjoyed my extra week, now I missed the comfortable seat in front.
All my troubles began in Italy where I met Milo. I know what you’re thinking, you think I’m weak; that I can’t blame everything on Milo, that I should take some responsibility. Fair enough, I’ll take responsibility for not seeing what was coming, for being naïve and for wanting to be in love.