That Kind Of Love

Plans

I was so done with school. Now that I was able to leave, I ran for my house like there was no tomorrow.

As soon as I walked in the fairly small building I called home, I noticed my mother was passed out on the couch again.

She was always wearing herself out looking for new job opportunities.

Don't get me wrong she  loved  being a therapist, but she had wanted to start fresh after my father left. I thought about how disappointed she'd be if she knew about what my break would consist of.

Then, I shoved all those thoughts out of my head and just covered her with a blanket instead. I watched her slightly stir, and how her hair fell into her face.

I knew that face every time I looked in the mirror.

The soft features of the lips and the high cheekbones. The brown hair that fell just at her lower back.

She wouldn't need me.

I needed this trip.

Yeah sure I was planning on having the time of my life, but I was also desperately trying to find myself.

I'd tell her one day.

One day, I thought as I grabbed a couple suitcases from the hall closet and headed for my room to pack.

Just a I stuffed the last shoe in my third suitcase, I got a text from Liz.

You ready for this?

Was I ever.

Hell yeah!  I typed back.

OK I'll be there at 8 am sharp!!! she excitedly texted back.

See you then.

I placed all my stuff by my bedroom door and layed down on top of the covers.

As I drifted off, I thought of how beautiful L.A. was going to be, and the fact that I was doing this with my best friends.

I was more than ready.