Confessions of a Klutz

Confession One: I was a klutz.
I thought I'd grow out of it, but evidently I didn't.
It's not fun to look like a fumbling toddler when you're twenty-six.

Confession Two: I had a standing appointment at the local ER.
It wasn't by choice that I knew all the doctors names—it was necessity.
But that was about to change.

Confession Three: I hated the sun yet I lived in LA where it always shone.
I supposed that was one plus to being sent to New York for the next eight weeks.

That was until I got there...