It’s 1:35 a.m. I’m up. What’s that kid’s tune? How does it go? Head and shoulders knees and toes. Knees and toes. I wiggle my toes, roll over in bed to my other side. Beyond fatigue. Restless. It all aches. Get up and write about it.
560 miles. 4.5 hours down on I-95 S to Washington, D.C. 5.25 hours back in heavy traffic. Three hours in between clearing out Eric’s apartment and filling a U-haul. Who said girls accumulate more sh*t than guys? Clothes. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Box Spring. Mattress. Headboard. Television. Couch. Chair. Dresser. Boxes and more boxes and more boxes. Five flights of stairs. I’m too old for this sh*t.
It started at 5:15 a.m. yesterday. No, that’s not correct. We moved him in almost 2 years to the day. Job in DC. Girlfriend in D.C. Followed by break-up with girlfriend four months ago. No reason given. We loved her. He bristled upon any query. Someone who had become a welcome addition to the Family, Gone. Sad, really.
And it was but a few weeks after we learned of the break-up (via Facebook status change), Dad started in on his Son.
Your job enables you to live anywhere? Why sink $2,000 into rent every month?
Your Mom would love for you to come home.
We’ll get a puppy, really, if you come home.
I’ll knock the wall out between your old room and your sister’s room. You’ll have a giant suite!
Think of the money you’ll save if you move back home. You’ll be able to afford that travel you so love to do.
Did you talk to your Boss about changing your base location to NY?
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