I’m currently sitting.
I am sitting in a strangers house, in a strangers guest room, on a strangers guest bed, acting like I’m working. I’m not working.
I moved here for my job. The job provides room and board basically with strangers. Pretty wealthy strangers I might add. But it’s so awkward. Because I’m here. In ‘my’ room. The woman doesn’t seem like a small talker, which is totally fine. I’m not a small talker. It’s awkward. And I make it more awkward. Because I’m awkward.
I just feel bad, you know? Should I try to talk to her? Them? Or should I just kind of hang out? I mean, they gave me the entire basement so I would have my own space. So can I just… stay down here? I don’t know what to do.
I feel awkward.
I am awkward.
I’m trapped in a guest room. I’ve been in here for five hours now. If not longer. I went upstairs once to ask a question. She was eager to answer and then went back to her own thing. I saw her working in the garden through the window. Like, she’s got her own life, right? I’m just that random girl staying in her basement, right?