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I drove back to San Diego yesterday—left at 5 a.m. and got here by 7, which honestly felt like a win. I’ve officially learned my lesson: leave super early or super late, because I am never doing that four-hour traffic crawl again when the drive should only take two.

When I got back, my mom wasn’t even home. She told me she was dog-sitting for my sister and staying somewhere else. Maybe she’s happy to have a little break from me—not that we really see each other much anyway, since she’s usually in her room on the computer all day. But I couldn’t help thinking how my sister has always leaned on her for things—first it was babysitting the kids, and now it’s the dogs. She’s always been the one everyone relies on, including my father. It’s sad, really. I think she’s starting to realize she doesn’t have any friends here and now that the kids are growing up and don’t need her as much, she’s filling that space with more AA meetings and Ancetory.com.

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