Reflections Post Tragedy
In 2002 I had the opportunity to leave the city and move to Cape Cod with my boyfriend. It was the end of the summer when we moved and we felt like geniuses. We were staying in an old barn on my step father’s property. Neither of us had steady work and he was letting us pay next to nothing to rent it as long as we kept an eye on things, painted some fences, replaced some shingles and mowed the lawn here and there.