A year later, my career had gained even more momentum. I'd made vice president, and my salary had doubled. I'd also finally bought a place of my own in Southhaven.It wasn't big, just over eight hundred square feet, but every part of it was exactly the way I wanted. I chose the cream-colored curtains myself. The fabric couch sat against the wall, the kitchen was open, and the balcony was wide enough for four pots of flowers, all of them thriving.On moving day, I sat alone on the floor eating takeout while the lights of Southhaven stretched beyond the windows.I stepped onto the balcony after I was done eating. The evening breeze felt good, stirring the pothos leaves beside me. Down below, people were walking their dogs, couples passed hand in hand, and a few older neighbors sat talking on a bench beneath the streetlights.For some reason, I thought about that New Year's Eve years ago, when all we could afford was the one plate of home fries, and Yale gave me the only fried egg.The
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