Here is what I love about driving home from Kingston
All google maps will say is
217 KM keep left
No matter what I do, I can’t get lost.
Here is what I don’t love about driving home from Kingston-
I need to leave this behind.
When we moved her back in to her ‘home’ (there comes this day, and it comes fast, when they call something other than your home ‘home’ and you must celebrate the
dagger that goes into your heart change).
I made her a painting for her room
Only to find she has already drunk my kool aid
She let me do her 5×5″ bulletin board. As she comes from a long line of
hoarders sentimentalists who don’t love to throw out cards, ticket stubs, dead flowers etc, I was given the job of taking down last school year’s cards, photos, ticket stubs and dead flowers to make room for this year’s cards, photos, ticket stubs and dead flowers.
DO NOT THROW ANYTHING OUT, MOM.
We had a little beautiful music on and the warm air was coming through the window and I looked at her and said
I love your life.
She has made this beautiful life for herself. It took some time, great and brave effort, some growing pains but she made it so.
And I was so happy for her.
In that 401W crying sort of way.