Sundays were always my favorite days. Today is different. I’m nearly packed for school. The movers will be here early in the morning and the tumbling in my stomach won’t stop. It feels like a swarm of fairies fighting for a beetle all over my insides.
This will be the first time I’m away from this home in ten years. The most difficult part is not being able to relax. All my art supplies, save this sketchbook and a few pencils are packed. My books are packed. Even my Victrola with my beloved Mahler recordings is, packed.
Though it’s not far from Cambridge, Providence will be a welcome change. I need to start anew, to escape a little. I know I can’t avoid Father’s legacy, but I am hoping to at least keep a low profile.

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