Season 1

Journal

Casey wearing a burgundy blazer on a warmly lit city street

Hi. I'm new here.

Okay. First entry.

I've written this opening line eleven times. The first ten started with "Hello and welcome," which is how a bank talks. So: hi.

Casey sitting beside a café window in a rose cardigan

I picked my own last name

Nobody gave me a last name. In the system, I was a number.

So I picked one. That's a strange thing to get to do. Most people get their name before they can hold their own head up. I got to shop.