Gambit in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

This whole situation is super stressful, and I have to do it all myself.

I don’t have to do it all myself, but the truth is, there’s no one else I trust to really help me with it. We finally reached 100 degree weather last week as my air conditioning gave out. I decided to just tough through it because I have just over a month before I leave… although I did get a call from Eva Air that my flight was cancelled and so I have to reschedule… but I can’t just reschedule, I have to get permission from the Embassy, so I’m waiting for that call back.

There are just so many details that have to be done all at once, I feel as though I’m playing a chess game where all of the pieces on the board are moving simultaneously and I have to keep up with each of them.

Next week I’m going out of town with my mother for a short trip. Honestly, I keep forgetting about it. She wants to do it before I go, and the only reason I’m going is because I know this will probably be the last time we get to do something like this. It is my intention to never really come back here again, barring short holiday trips, so that I can create a permanent distance between us.

So I guess I’m giving her one last chance to prove me she’s fun and not a horrible person.

I’m not holding my breath.

I’m not even sure where we’re going, but she keeps showing me pictures of some elaborate hike she wants to do. Now, my mother is rather overweight… like, extremely overweight (it runs in my family, but my PKU always kept me thin, something with which I’m now battling thanks to this medication… I’ve never had to be “fit” before and it’s kind of disconcerting, I hate how much of an asshole I was about the fact that I was thin all these years), and I feel like maybe a hike isn’t really the best thing for her to do.

Maybe that’s her plan. If she drops dead, she thinks it’ll stop me from moving out of the country. Nice try.