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Being moved out
A tale of warning
She had already started referring to it as ‘my study’ in front of me. But I wasn’t to know what was to come.
You see, with this pandemic going on I had sacrificed a lot. I have become more and more isolated from the wider world and often spent my mornings lying in bed wondering when I could next explore.
I am young. I should not be stuck.
Finally we saw a break, the chance to escape. Restrictions were relaxing, I could now get the vaccine and be exempt of those intrusive cotton bud things that make you want to cough, sneeze and choke, all at the same time.
Getting the vaccine was easier than I thought, and despite the amount of crazy stories going round, I knew it was the right thing to do to move my life forward.
Flights were booked, and a bit of tension remained. Would I make it to France? Would I have that reunion I needed, wanted and was willing to hide in the boot of a car to have.
As the flight approached, I suddenly sensed a change in the tone of my mother’s voice. Her happiness for me going, turned into happiness for me going.
She lightheartedly joked that I was flying the nest, although she knew I had a return flight.
