Scary Realizations Part I

As it turns out, the GRE is not nearly as scary as I was thinking. I was actually impressed with my scores (and the fact that I got them right away. Weird.)

What IS a little scary is the conversation Mom and I had after the test.

We were loading the dishwasher, baking cookies, doing typical Mom-and-Kate type things. We were complaining about our crappy house, and our crappy dishwasher... and it kind of hit us both at the same time.

I'm leaving.

Probably for good this time.

I left for college, but I came back. Grad school is different, it's big kid school. I will be moving away, with my stuff, and not coming back. She's on her own for real this time, and so am I.

Now, I'm perfectly capable of living on my own. I've done it before. She's lived without me before. But, Mom and I have this relationship that doesn't quite compare to others I've had. We are close, oh yes, but not the way most mothers and daughters are that say they are close. We can talk about anything, and I mean anything, without it being awkward. Sometimes, she will tell me to suck my own dick because she worked all day. Sometimes, we spray each other with the hose from the kitchen sink. Sometimes, we push each other down in the snow. Sometimes, she cries and I let her wipe her nose on my shirt. Sometimes, I cry, and she lets me wipe my nose on her shirt. I've had best friends in my lifetime, but very few. My mom, though... she's the real deal. I would go to her before I went to anyone else on the planet. It's going to be really hard to move away from her and start my big kid life. I didn't apply to any schools in Missouri. I wonder if that was my conscience telling me to break it off, get going. Maybe my academic brain is pushing me out of the nest, once and for all.

In any case, I guess I'd better get over it pretty quickly.

Missouri won't be my home much longer, and I'm not sure how I feel. I'm hoping to get into Northwestern, since it's only a few hours away. But what if I don't? What if I end up in Massachusetts with Joe? Would it be so bad? I'm not sure. I'm a little terrified.

More than anything, I'm worried about being lonely. I don't make friends very easily, because I'm always so busy with school, and work, and art, and sleeping. I don't date much, because my standards are ridiculous. I will have to leave behind the few people I've bonded with, many of them so recently, and start over. Sure, the ones that matter and are truly great people will still be there, but, I know that most won't. It happened in high school, it happened in college, a few times. It's happened at jobs. People get busy, and they forget the people that are not in their immediate bubbles. I remember everyone. I remember the kids I hung out with once or twice. I think of everyone as my friend, even if they don't reciprocate the feeling. It's because of this that I usually get my feelings hurt, and my heart broken.

...wow, this was meant to just be a nice little tribute to Mom and I's relationship, and it turned out to be confessional time. I guess sometimes it's neccessary.