She doesn’t know what to do with herself. She didn’t know that. In the morning she made herself coffee. Then she couldn’t drink it. She had a stomach ulcer. She thought it as acid reflux. Anyway she was 36 years old this year. She had gotten married twice. She had kids from her current husband’s previous family. They all really loved her. She felt such responsibility. It ate away at her in the middle of the nights. The worries that she couldn’t take care of them. She had never given birth before. She thought about it as a laborious chore. In realities she felt good being a mother to those three children. They didn’t miss their biological mother who was hovering over somewhere like an afterthought. She got up and got out to do exercises. She took a walk everyday so her brain were stimulated by various information littered in the neighborhoods, the urban environments and places. She did travels. It felt right. When she first did it from the last she traveled she felt afraid. It was shocking she did it at all. She walked around New York where she traveled to saying people should be dead. She proclaimed everything was fake. It made her agitated. She even booked a trip through bus services to go to Los Angeles and New York at the same time. It went great. Never even for a moment she missed buses. She came back to Canada like a new person ready to take on the world like a warrior princess. The joy of travel quickly transmogrified to a sense of elated responsibility. She continued to do it. Each month a little bit travel to the closest city, New York in the United States. She felt like she was writing a love letter for it, New York City. It was after she shedded her troubles and troubled relationships from years ago from the schools. It was not about deleting stuff, blocking and unfollow. It was just a natural process of shedding in the days and nights when she was unaware. She told her current husband how blocking means love. She meant it. That’s the limit of love. You have to inform people of the boundaries. And that was it. She had her past friends, classmates and etc. informed. Still she couldn’t find a paying job. It was like a sore on her being. She would not touch it. She decided to look for jobs in a generalized way. Then she found jobs. It was this honesty which got her hired. Etc.