<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/brie-larson-at-2015-sundance-film-festival_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Josephine Beth Davenport<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open to anyone feeling social.<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Moment of calm<br/><hr/><br/>Josephine had given herself six hours to finish the job that the movers had started and make her apartment look lived in for the sake of Emry. She had never had the luxury of moving into a new place with the help of professionals. She had thought she would need hours and hours to get her new home ready for her son, but like every other aspect of this move she found that things were going smoother than she had anticipated. When they packed up her small studio apartment in LA she had fretted after the movers because she assumed they would need a lot of her input, but they did not. The process of their belongings getting moved to San Francisco and unpacked went off without issue. The movers put everything where it needed to go. Making the decision to move had been a difficult one, but at least the transition had been an easy one.<br/><br/>Even the process of setting up Emry's room was not nearly as hard as she thought it would be. Her son was very particular about how everything should be placed in his room and Josephine had been worried it would be hard to recreate in the new space. Thankfully she had become a pro at getting the room back to its "optimal arrangement" and the new room was not much different than the old one.  The rest of the apartment was a huge upgrade. For the first time in over a year Josephine would get her own room and her nights of sleeping on the couch were over. She walked around the new apartment amazed by how much space they now had.<br/><br/>It took only three hours to unpack all the things she needed to unpack. They didn't have many belongings to begin with, and she felt silly now for insisting that Ester keep Emry with her for so long. She spent half an hour struggling to find things to do in her new home but the space felt massive and lonely without her kiddo. Josephine was not used to being alone and it made her nervous. After she felt the need to check the empty third room twice to make sure nobody was lurking inside, it was clear she needed to get out of the house.<br/><br/>She briefly walked down the hallway of the ninth floor of the Lepidus tower wondering what her neighbors might be like. She hoped they were a bunch of pleasant women who had not problem with a slightly wild, odd four year old occasional running past them, or if she was really lucky just a big flock of harmless drag queens. Chuckling to herself she rode the elevator down to the first floor. Her wanderings lead her to the recreation room though to call it that seemed a little bit of an over simplification. She knew that this new apartment building was going to be fancy but she was not prepared for this. How had she ended up in a place like this? Well she knew how, it mostly had to do with an autistic dog named Aubrey and her weird friends.<br/><br/>Two years ago Josephine had started writing a kids book about Aubrey and her friends. It was mostly a fun little bit of escapism she did on those lonely hours of night after Emry had fallen asleep, but by chance the right person saw what she had been working on. Three books later and she was making a living writing stories. Most days she could not believe it was really happening, days like today when she gets to sit in a posh entertainment room in the luxurious tower that she now lived in.<br/><br/>Not having anything better to do she got out her sketch book, and sat down in the most comfortable chair she could fine. She began to draw Aubrey interacting with different things in the rec room, like the pool table and bowling alley. Aubrey wouldn't waste time wondering how she ended up in such a nice place, she would just enjoy every moment to its fullest. Josephine wrote on the top of the page "WHAT WOULD AUBREY DO?" Than she picked up a very nice looking little pillow and threw it across the room, just for fun. Then she rolled her eyes at her pathetic attempt at being spontaneous and went back to drawing.