the bad part

I had lunch with my mom yesterday. This is the really tough part. I know I'll still see everyone I care about. But how often? And for what kind of visit?

 

My mother and I are spoiled; we don't have the long-distance phone calls and planned visits that most families do. We live so nearby, we can meet just for coffee or lunch, for a few hours, without a lot of advance planning. Once I move, we'll see each other less often, but for longer periods of time. I don't know what that will be like.

 

If I think about missing my mother and my sister, I get so upset, I think, Why am I doing this?



I don't want to live in this one place all my life, regardless of where I'm going. And I know I'm ready to move. But still, this is the bad part.