Have you ever felt like you just had to get out of a place? Like there was nothing there for you anymore, and you were itching to move on in life?
That’s how I feel about California. The only think I’ll miss is the warm weather. I have no family, no friends, no nothing here.
I packed the last box this morning, and it was so satisfying. Most people would be shedding tears like rain if they were giving up their childhood house forever.
My house held no wonderful memories, no Christmases of wonder and love. It was one thing: a house. Not a home.
There’s just one last thing I want to do. And that’s say goodbye to my childhood pediatrician.
Kate’s right. She’s my roommate and a diehard cardiophile. She’s told me on more than one occasion that I need to get an adult doctor.
This is the one last knot I have to tie up.
Dr. Genger saw me through puberty, a bad foot infection, and an ear tube surgery. She didn’t overly pity me when my parents