”Excited for your first day?” Nicole and I are combing our hair in her bathroom like it’s college again and we’re in the dorms. I sort of love it, even if I did have to crank my headphones last night to avoid listening to her and Zack.

”Excited feels like the wrong word,” I tell her. Zack randomly called the other day as we were moving my stuff into Nicole’s house, to say that his company is looking for a writer for a corporate ...