Camper living, which was supposed to last only for a month, was taking longer than anyone could have anticipated. There is a reason it is called a camper; it is for camping; not permanent living. My mother became like a running coach to me; reminding me to breath and keep a steady pace. My heart was heavy and disappointment clouded my view. We had spent three months jumping through transition hurdles only to find ourselves right where we started; nowhere. […]
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