I wanted to integrate all these parts of me.
Do you remember me ever talking about wanting roots?
I asked Chris.
He thought about it for a few minutes and then sat on the desk in the yurt.
Well, he said, you aren’t as cut-and-dried as you think, Molly. No one is.
Then I called my mother and asked her.
She explained that I had always loved new things, new schools, new friends, new binders and pens, that I hated, more than anything, to be stuck.
But did I ever talk about where I would live when I grew up? I asked.
Not really, she said, but you did seem to have a vision of home you wanted.
There was never a where, she said.
I thanked her and hung up.