So here I am - my new home. It's been a few days since I arrived. I found out this place is literally called Dead End, but it feels more like a beginning to me.

Some folks have been welcoming. Others haven't. I don't expect them to be. I just can't let my "Virginia" show. It hasn't been hard, surprisingly. I feel more at home here than I'd ever imagine back in Arlington. No false fronts, no kissassery.

I know Danny didn't deserve what I did to him - fleeing in the night like some refugee from privilege and luxury. But I'm not going back. I can't do it any longer. It's not me, it's not what I deserve. I didn't even answer his calls until tonight, when I told him I'm gone for good. I think he finally believed it, and I think I almost do too.

I met some friendly folks at Lulu's, where I've been getting my drinks. A guy named Mojo and a girl whose name I never learned bought me drinks, and were real cool. A handsome guy hanging out in the corner caught my eye, but I was feeling shy and never introduced myself. He had kind eyes and seemed soft-spoken, like someone who might understand me. Even as I write that, I realize how naive it must sound here in Dead End.

Anyway, the last thing I need right now is complication. I dipped into savings to rent a shitty apartment by the wharf here but will have to get a job soon. Amazing how after 2 years at the Arlington Patch, I've only earned enough to survive on my own for about two weeks. Maybe it's time to join the big leagues.