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Savannah
April 8, 2012
My mom liked for all of us girls to come home for Easter Sunday. Even though none of us had been raised Catholic and I was the only one who had gone to a Catholic private school, she insisted on mass for Easter.
So, I’d driven down to Savannah for the weekend. I sat with Mom as we went through the pile of PT school acceptance letters. I’d gotten in everywhere, except my two biggest reach schools. I could go to Emory and stay in Atlanta. I’d still get to cheer for the Falcons on the weekends and only be four hours from my mom. Or go to the University of California, San Francisco and try something new. Move a thousand miles away to a place I’d never even been, let alone lived. All for the hope that things with Cole would work out again. Maybe I could even auditi
