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March 9, 2011
The female guard at the border was nice to me. I told her I was getting divorced, and that this was all my stuff in the back. She never opened the vehicle. ‘It’s tough’, she said, ’good luck’.

It wasn’t until we got home, and my mom greeted us at the door, and we had lunch, and my brother left, and mom helped me unpack (which only took about 20 minutes) and then returned to the office, that I stood there in her bedroom window, looking outside at the UHaul, and started to cry.