The feeling wasn’t unfamiliar. Abigale often felt unfamiliar in new places, and it was only becoming more frequent with the passage of time. Over the past two years, the times where Abigale felt any real sense of clarity had been few and far between. Most of the time she just felt lost.
The move to Arizona had been a big decision, but it was an important one. She had spent most of her life living on the east coast, and she decided it was time for a change. She settled on where she could find a decent job and a low cost of living, and here she was, bringing boxes from her beat-up car into her new home. The afternoon sun was relentless, beating down on everything inhabiting the parking lot and the sand surrounding it. Maybe it was time for a break.
“Hey, do you know of anywhere around town where I could pick up some groceries?” She asked, approaching a stranger standing in a shady patch of sidewalk, “I’m new here and I’m tired of carrying boxes.”