I closed on the house six days after Mom’s birthday.
I don’t know where I’m going yet. Haven’t found a place. Rent? Buy? I don’t know. Right now, I’m staying with a friend.
And no, in the seven months since Mom died, I never did go to the bathroom with the door open.
And yes, in that same seven months, I did see some odd shit.
And yes, I feel like I just finished a marathon and can’t catch my breath.