“I miss him so much,” I sobbed into the phone. “I don’t know if I can do this.” I was surprised my sister could understand me through the tears, but she’d always been good at decoding my words — and what was behind them. I’d been away from home for less than 48 hours, and I missed my 12-year-old son so fiercely that I wasn’t sure I could handle the distance for three full weeks. Had I made the right decision in taking a dream job two states away?
I wanted to follow my dream
During my childhood, I spent much more time making up (and performing) musicals inside than playing kickball outside. I reimagined shows I loved and made my own mashups…
