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I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.

There are several “worst parts” about driving across the country.

But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.

Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.

I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.

But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.

I didn’t tell her we are planning on leaving too,
and I won’t get to say goodbye.

“Kids can’t learn when they don’t feel loved, right?”

It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.

Anyway we walk quickly because it’s cold and I say, “I’m thirty!” but I’m also fourteen and twenty-one and making all those mistakes.