Dear Diary,
Things have been so quiet lately I thought I wouldn't bother you with anything. I hadn't even planned on writing today, but I saw that man again, walking down the road. He must have sensed me watching him or something because he turned to look straight at me. Then he half smiled and continued walking. I got to see his eyes better; they looked so sad and distant...as if he cut himself off from the world and everyone in it. I can't understand how a person would do that, or why, but that's the feeling I got.
It started raining not to long ago. It isn't a warm rain, but a bone-chilling kind of rain, the typical kind you get in fall. I suppose we need it though; there hasn't been much or any rain at all for almost a month, whcih can be hard on the farmers.
Speaking of jobs, I got one! The job itself isn't all that special since there are almost ten other women doing the same thing as me, but it pays for my bills and allows me to get food, so I'm not complaining...much. I work as a seamstress, sewing and putting clothes together, mending them, the like. It's increadibly easy work if I do it by hand, but it's harder with a sewing machine. I haven't really worked with the machine that much, so I don't know how it operates, really. But, I am learning. I work all week, except on Sundays, from eight in the morning to eleven at night. Most of the girls there have to leave earlier because of their family, but since I live on my own, I can work later and not worry.
Some neighbors came by earlier yesterday, asking if I wanted to have dinner with them one night. I readily agreed, of course. No offense, diary, even if you are good company for a short while, I do wish for more human contact. I suppose that's what I get for moving all the way out here, from the city.
Well, I suppose I should get to bed so I can get up early in the morning.
All my love,
--Trisha
Ps: I still always hope to see that man again. Mother would be appalled at my thoughts, but since she isn't here, I'm not going to worry!