When Life Gives You Lemons
“Lululemon is hiring for the holidays,” my friend Julie said through a mouthful of greasy chicken wings. It had been ages since we last saw each other. After backpacking Europe, I was finally home, only to have her tell me she was moving to B.C. at the end of the month. “You should apply,” she told me, but I was too distracted by the thought of her leaving…and should I get the smokey barbecue or the honey garlic? A few weeks later I was starting my first day at the very store she just left. She packed her life into a car and drove across the country to live amongst mountains. While I drove approximately 17 minutes from my parent’s house back to Square One…literally. I wore flip flops with cropped leggings that came down to my ankles. I barley looked up from them as I flip flopped around the store, smiling hard to hide the nerves and mispronouncing everyone’s name. I was the new girl, the little one with all the questions. “How can pants …
