Missing my mom.

I miss my mom. Pure and simple. I miss my dad and brother too, but there is a different way in which a daughter misses her mama. At UChicago, I call my mom everyday when I am on my way to and back from class. I tell her about school, friends, boy troubles, etc. She listens and talks to me about it.  I miss those conversations. Even though they were mostly brief, only lasting a few minutes at a time, they were a source of comfort for me. But, this was not always the case. The summer before my first year at college my mom and I clashed. We couldn't see eye-to-eye on really anything. But now, we get along wonderfully. Sure there are times when we argue or disagree, but for the most part my mom is my best friend. Only my mom would drop anything at a moment's notice to help or comfort me. Only my mom would put me and Mark before any of her own personal needs. Only my mom would know when I need a hug and when I need to be left alone. Only my mom would see me at my lowest point, and instead of pitying or judging me, she gives me more love and support than I could have ever expected.

And now my mom is completely backing my goal to move here after I graduate from UChicago. She has gotten me information, and is encouraging me to do this. I know that it must be bittersweet for her. Her daughter is so happy, yet this happiness lies an ocean away. I do feel guilty for loving Paris so much, and having these ambitions to live here because I know it may cause my mom some unhappiness to think of her daughter permanently living so far away. And while this hasn't been confirmed by my mom, I know that even if it were true she should never stand in the way of me doing what makes me happiest. But that's my mom. She puts my happiness before her own, and for that I am eternally grateful and in her debt.

Despite missing my mom, and the rest of my family, I am quite excited for the British Isles this upcoming week. I just have to get through my final first. Good night all. Sweet slumber.