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This really resonates with me as a mother. My life has come to be about my child and I try not to imagine him wanting to leave home one day. It's inevitable, I know (unless house prices and interest rates continue rising). I still have the shorts he wore to daycare when he was five, his first superman cape from when he was four and lots of other items that I hold onto. But somehow when the change comes we shed some tears and move on, like when he told me he didn't need me to read him bedtime stories - he could do it himself.

Because we've moved several times we do not have a place like your kitchen which carries so many memories but now we've settled in our own place and maybe in ten years we will have it.

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Good luck on your travels, I'm looking forward to the stories you share from the road. Reading your essay, I felt like we were sitting in that orange kitchen while you took a break and told me the history of the Christmas Cactus. I wish I lived near by, I take it in for you and give it a good home until you return.

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