Junk

 When everything is everywhere, you can't enjoy what you truly had. My mother "moved out" yesterday. I think this is supposed to be a profound moment and it is, but in a deafening way. Not the ache of a lost loved one....it almost reads like a dong that lingers and you can hear the hum of it as it quiets to a whisper and fades away. She's been trying to move for years, since the pandemic to be precise. The pandemic was six years ago, but I'll say it was five. I buffer her. I help with a smooth transition. That's what I do as a teacher, or at least, that's what I am called to do. Be the smooth trnsition from one phase of life into the next, even if it takes 4 years of high school, 3 years of middle, and 6 years of elementary. Well, it took her 5 years, so thats in between the nuances of elementary and non-sense of high school. No, no, no. That's between the non-sensicalness of elementary and the profound, radical, raging growing up of high school. She w...