I remember pacing in my bedroom, at 8 or 9 years old, counting the years before I could go away to college. My oldest sister had just left for school, and it lit a fire in me. “5th, 6th, 7th…Only 8 more years to go!” That became my raison d’être.
Going Home
Cathy Ladman
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I remember when I was working in my mid-teens. Always thinking of a way to get the hell out of the house. What apartment I could rent. How I could afford living on my own. I wanted out so badly I could taste it.

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