Leaving home for the first time at the age of 30

1 The day of departure is a study in normalcy, with subtle variations. My mother potters across the house in her pajamas, but places a cup of coffee in front of me as I type this. It’s the first time she’s made me a hot drink in a long while, not since the milo waiting … Continue reading Leaving home for the first time at the age of 30

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