Coming home

You know you came from it and someday you’ll return to it. 

I’ve moved back into my mom’s house (for the third or fourth time since graduating college) for the next week or so until I make my way to North Carolina to start my new job. Ironically, I’m going to be staying with my dad for the summer in North Carolina until I can find a place of my own.

Fiesta and Mom this morning at the end of our 3-mile run.

Fiesta and Mom this morning at the end of our 3-mile run.

This morning my mom woke me up at 5 a.m. to run a 5k with her. Of course, it was still dark as we ran the streets and I was scared a few times when a leaf blew across the road behind me or I saw a shadow that looked like a person lurking in someone’s driveway. I couldn’t believe she runs in the dark by herself normally and asked her about it after. She told me, “You can’t let the fear take hold of you or else it will keep you inside.” She had to fight it at first and she said now she keeps her Mace handy and runs with just one ear bud in. What a trooper. Maybe that’s where I get it from?

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