Florida, here I come! There was no way around it. I arched my back out of the coach class airline seat and stretched. It had been a long flight. Almost four hours from Denver and before that, one from Boise. Florida. Two things came to mind when I thought of Florida: Mickey Mouse and the Orlando Magic. And that it was hot. I wasn’t a huge fan of the heat, but imagining lying on a white beach with a nice blue ocean for two weeks seemed ok. That’s how Mom put it anyway. Mom. This was going to be interesting. Usually the first few days with her were good. Then the carefree feeling of vacation ended and it took a downturn to how depressed she was and how she wished I lived with her instead of being stuck in Idaho. She was never in one place for too long and I didn’t like being a nomad. I’d avoided visiting her for two years. I’m sure that would come up too. The only reason I was visiting her this summer was because she’d thrown a massive fit about it being my last summer before I graduated and how I’d be off to Harvard or Yale and never see her again.
