Just thinking too much about right now.
So you just moved to San Francisco and it’s been almost 72 hours since your mom left you. I guess they were right — It doesn’t hit you until after mom leaves that it’s not just a vacation, but a new life.
Creeping up the stairs tonight, I followed the path of light lit up with the help of my trust switches. Years ago, in my childhood home, doing this same thing.
Why is it that the way someone dies determines what comes next? Before today, I had only known a handful of people who had…