I remember wishing that I could afford the house, which cost $ 1,000 a month. Someday you will, she said lazily. Someday it all comes. There in the sun on her terrace it seemed easy to believe in someday, but later I had a low-grade afternoon hangover and ran over a black snake on the way to the supermarket and was flooded with inexplicable fear when I heard the checkout clerk explaining to the man ahead of me why she was finally divorcing her husband.
In the essay, the author reflects on a moment of yearning for a better life, encapsulated in the desire to afford a $1,000-a-month house. The leisurely conversation with a friend evokes a sense of hope for the future—the idea that someday, everything will fall into place. This optimism is momentarily reassuring, contrasting sharply with the harsh reality she faces later in the day.
As she navigates her normal routine, the author's experiences take a darker turn. A hangover and the sight of a black snake evoke a sense of unease, further intensified by eavesdropping on a troubling conversation about divorce. These contrasting moments highlight the tension between dreams of an ideal life and the unpredictable, often difficult, reality that accompanies them.
