A/N: Sorry about my extended absence. I'll be back more frequently, now.
Coffee. It had been her crutch for so many years, and it still is. Coffee. With its caffeinated delicious taste.
"I am going to give up coffee," she decides. Rory Gilmore is taking a break from her life, so she might as well take a break from coffee. Maybe she'll take up tea, or Pilates. Well, not Pilates. Who does she think she's kidding, really.
She has quite a lot of savings left in her account (still at Bank of Star's Hollow, if you'll believe it). She decides to get an apartment somewhere far from her current life. She was, at the moment, staying in a hotel about 40 minutes out of Star's Hollow. That's too close. She can practically hear the music from Taylor's latest festival, teasing her, mocking her, tempting her.
She finds an apartment fairly quickly, considering. She moves into a nice studio apartment in Cincinnati. The moment she steps off the plane, she feels oddly refreshed and free.
She didn't have much to bring with her, and she didn't want much. She bought a twin bed, some sheets and pillows, a couple of lamps, a few kitchen appliances, and a couch.
Her previous job as a columnist for a fairly well-know Hartford newspaper had not only given her security, but a lot of extra comforts and luxuries. She was able to buy all of the things necessary for her new home and a few month's rent and food, but soon she would have to get some money.
But for now, she was content to coast in a place of deep self-discovery.
"I am such a cliche," she thinks to herself.
A few days into her new endeavor, after calling into work and asking for an emergency leave of absence, she hits the city. As she walks through the streets, she feels a new sense pumping through her veins. The anonymity, the pure fact that no one next to her on the street knew who she was or actually cared was invigorating.

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