Who is the most important person in your life?
That’s a tough question for me to answer.
At this point in my life, I think the answer should be me, but there are a few people I’d claw my own eyes out for if they were in too deep.
My mother asked me this question.
After years of telling me to be humble and to take care of others, she told me to be selfish.
It was so strange to hear those words come out of her mouth. It feels like the carpet is about to be pulled out from under me. It made me feel alone.
Then she asked me if I wanted to move to Kentucky after I graduate.
HAHAHAHA NO! I had a chat with my brother this morning (we almost always Skype around 0600 because we’re early risers) about moving and how I’d rather stay in Baltimore. I thought he was going to tell me to move in with my parents or something. He didn’t.
If you don’t want to move, then don’t. If you’re in the place you want to be, stay. You’re an adult. You can do that. Just don’t fuck up. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to move. Fort Knox sucks ass.
I feel comforted in knowing Dennis supports my decision. Feels like I’m setting down some roots, and that’s fucking sweet.