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“Okay. Bye. ”

And just like tha t, I want to move out of Massachu set ts. She can ’t
move he re. She does n’t kno w any one here. She’d ex pec t me to
ent ert ain her ev er y day. I love my mother, don’t get me wrong , but I
moved to Boston to be on my own, and ha ving her in the same city
would make me feel les s ind ep end ent .
My father was diagno sed with canc er three yea rs ago whi le I was

still in colleg e. If R yle Kinc aid were here right no w, I’d tel l hi m the
na ked truth tha t I was a little bit rel iev ed when my father bec ame too
ill to phy sically hu rt my mother. It complet el y cha ng ed the dyna mic of
thei r relations hi p and I no long er fel t obligated to stay in Plet ho ra to
make sure she was okay.
Now that my father is gone and I nev er ha ve to worr y about my
mother again, I was looking for ward to sprea ding my wing s, so to

spea k.
But no w she’s moving to Boston?
It feel s like my wing s were just clipped .
Whe re is a mar ine-grade polymer chai r whe n I need one?!
I’m seri ously stres sing out and I ha ve no idea wha t I’d do if my
mother moves to Boston. I don’t ha ve a garden, or a yard, or a patio,

or weed s.
I hav e to find an othe r outlet.
I decide to clea n. I place all of my old sho eb oxes full of journa ls
and no tes in my bed room closet . Then I organi ze my ent ire closet . My
jew el ry, my sho es , my clothes . . .
She can not move to Bo ston.