Eventually I spoke to my mum about it. Well…I never really discussed it, I simply said that I received the diagnosis. I wanted to explain what it was and how it affected me but her response halted me. It was subtle, but I noticed it.
The drive from Wellington, Florida to Chicago takes nineteen hours for a family of average luck. Two days between the promise of a new adventure and the realization that I was seeing my house for the last time. Four hours waiting