04.08.06
Mother is depressed.
I have been forbidden to speak about August, and especially to point out how much time I have left at school. On that note, I have two months left of school, and actual schooling is estimated to be 4-5 weeks.
Now, see, it’s dawning on her that her oldest child, whom she carried for nine months and raised for eighteen years, is going away. Moving out. Leaving the nest. And going half-across the world. Eight timezones away, and twelve hours of flight. She’s scared to death of flying, and as such will not visit me. I may be able to talk her into letting my brothers visit me though.
This, she has prepared herself for. She expected it. What broke her down is not only the proximity of my departure, but also the fact that my brother has a licence for light motorcycles. And a light motorcycle. She’s freaked out because she doesn’t know where he is. As she commented to me the other day, she preferred it when he stayed inside playing games all day — at least she knew where he was. He has a tendency of not answering his cell phone when it’s ringing, either…