In the movies it would always work like that. Disillusioned woman, broken and betrayed in any way imaginable, without a plan or perspective, and really without a reason in the world to hang on to this ridiculous life she has been thrown into, strands in some even more ridiculous place (small town at the end of the world, local supermarket check-out, her parents´ spare bedroom), where some sort of miracle will inevitably take place to get her life back on track. I doubt any sort of miracle will ever happen for me. So where is that stubborn optimism coming from? From where stems the courage to still get up every day?