You searching for your self and elites just a pass through for you. Some day you hope to work at some place prestigious. The respect and admiration of others is your indicator of self worth however like anyone else would never admit that. You move a lot but have done so ever since you were a child and prob always will until you find the perfect life surrounding. Job, Man, everything if anything gets to out of control its time to move again.
Your Fictional story ends with you finding the perfect place that finely fits everything you been looking for. You than fuck it all up by cheating on your man because perfect is never what you really wanted you just liked chasing the idea of it
You forgot the part about her husband being queer as three dollar bill.