But Then Again, It'll All Work Out in the End

Why did I move out in the first place?

It's a long story, and I don't feel like telling it. The basics are: Grandma is old. She can't handle having someone young live with her. With looking for a job, I'm running all the time, from here, to NY, and going and coming at all hours of the day and night, seeing friends and trying to juggle all the parts of my life. It's making her crazy, apparently.

Anyway, it was ammicable. I went over there Friday morning before work and when I left I hugged and said "I'm outta here".

"I love you, too." she replied. I didn't have the heart to correct her.

Then again, maybe she heard me correctly after all.