Updated: February 15, 2019
It takes my parents less than two weeks to get things in order for our “move”. I never did tell them that I’m treating this more like a vacation; that I’ll be moving back with Jordan once we’ve proven that their voodoo hippie friends won’t have anything useful to shed on my dreams and unusual mood swings.
I’m not sure why I didn’t tell them, it’s not like me, I’m so open and honest with my parents. I’ve never felt any need to keep secrets from them. But this was something I needed to keep to myself. Maybe it’s some form of control in a situation that I have no control over.
As Dad turns off the main road onto a narrow dirt track I’m struck with an odd mixture of disappointment and familiarity.