“Grace texted. The Uber is on the way.” I set my ridiculously overstuffed bag by the front door. Without knowing what exactly we’ll be doing while in the city, I end up packing most of what I originally brought to my parents’ house. I give my parents hugs in the kitchen. They usually come home for lunch anyway, but today, they both got here early to make sure they saw me off. I suppose some things never change. And even though my mom makes me crazy, I appreciate that she’s present and tries the best she can. “You two have a wonderful time.” Dad engulfs me in one of his perfect hugs before I move to give Mom a quick hug as well. “We’ll be pretty busy checking out apartments, but we’ll have a great time together no matter what we’re doing.” I’ve successfully avoided Nevio and will have sever
