Well, it’s official now.
“Mom, I’m going to live with Gwen and Mitch for a while and get a job with the airlines in San Francisco.”
That is how I less-than-tactfully broke the news to my mother this morning.
I watch the mixed emotions on her face. Confusion, frustration, disbelief, acceptance, excitement, worry. She goes through this cycle when I break life-changing news to her. I suppose I tend to be a bit spontaneous so I’ve gotten used to the way these emotions dance over her face, a face that always shows exactly what she’s thinking.
And I can see that she hates for me to go but thinks it will be good to put some distance between Frankie and me. Mom always knows why I’m doing things, sometimes even before I do.
“Nat, I understand,” she tells me eventually as she makes us both a cup of tea. “You know how I hate to see you go, but at least your sister will look out for you.”
The thought of a new place and a new start is bringing me a surge of excitement and hope I haven’t felt in a long time.