savagemama: No man's land

I remember when my parents delivered me to the University of South Carolina. They lugged at least an elevator load of stuff up to the fourth floor of Patterson Hall and helped me unpack a few things. We made my bed awkwardly each unsure of our now-changing roles. In a few minutes they would leave me there with my roommate and best friend from high school hoping that over the last eighteen years they’d remembered to teach me everything I supposed to know to make it own my own from that hot August day forward. I was too young to understand their tense faces or the endless list of worries that must have been filling their heads and quieting their voices. I was excited. Period. I’d see them the next weekend, I thought. Big deal.Read the rest of this story »