I am above my life, looking down on it. Two Amelias are perched on a teeter-totter. One side has Florida Amelia—who I might as well call Van Amelia—and the other has Normal Amelia. Solid and Stable Amelia. Boring Amelia. The two are engaged in a violent teeter-totter battle to the death. The prize and the cost of this war seems to be my sanity.
