IT WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN EVERYTHING just seemed to be wrong.
I was living far from family and most of my friends in a part of the country that I didn't especially care for. I disliked my job so much that I could barely drag myself to the office each morning. And I was nursing a nasty heartache after the end of a relationship.
The only thing I did like was the company of my roommates. I was sharing a one-bedroom apartment with three other women—a friend of mine from college and her two sisters. Our living quarters were ridiculously cramped (one roommate actually slept in a closet) but we didn't really mind. We were all happy to keep our living expenses low. And—more importantly—we enjoyed one another.
