Beckett’s Journal April 2
Beckett’s Journal
It rained today, again. I forgot how rainy Oregon can get.
I’m slowly adjusting to being in Hemlock but still keeping to myself.
I don’t know how I feel about opening up to anyone here, since I’ll be gone again in a couple of months.
I think Tabitha could be a retired FBI agent with how accurately she profiles patients.
Currently, I’m counting down the hours until I can move into the new rental.
A thirty-four-year-old with an achy back should not be sleeping on his mom’s couch. It hurts the body and the ego. Ouch.
I was in the right place at the right time today, and I was able to help a woman who needed it. Her name is Josephine. Although I can’t explain it, she intrigues me. There’s an essence of familiarity that pulls me in. Almost as if we’ve met before.