Tomorrow

My bedroom is cluttered with the accoutrements of packing, and my brain is cluttered with things not to forget in the morning. It’s a quiet interval after I’ve done everything that can be done now, and before I do everything that will have to be done later.

And I’m sitting here, letting reality kind of sink in.

Or maybe – trying not to let the nerves take over.

I’ve never been from home all by myself before. I’ve always had dependent big sister or independent little one by my side. ...