I wouldn’t consider myself a writer, far from it. That being said, welcome to Cheers: the fictional series.
“I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore..”
3 days before I moved south, my soon-to-be neighborhood was hit by a 🌪.
I gave myself until March 31st to find a room, figured if I couldn’t land a spot by then, it wasn’t meant to be and I’d hit the road. March 31st I received a call, moved in two days later.
5:15am, April 3rd came another 🌪.