I’ve said recently that I wish my daughter would just move
away so I could breathe. She’s been talking about moving out of state for a
very long time, but she decided to just do it. Not think too much, just go. Like
within the month. She’s plotting and planning, updating her resume and applying
for jobs, researching neighborhoods and applying for rentals, and planning when
she’s going to give her notice at work.
All of a sudden I’m sick to my stomach and nervous from
worry. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it. I think she’ll grow up a lot and
will finally be out of here, a place she has despised for as long as I can
remember, and the place where she’s had all her troubles. I realize (and I hope
she does) that she’ll bring her whole self with her—attitude, strengths and
weaknesses, gifts and problems.