“What!!? You’re going to Seattle? By yourself!!? Without Charlie!? Jessica, I just don’t get you. Your Father did EVERYTHING with me…”

This had been heavy on my heart these last few weeks. It’s not that she didn’t ‘trust’ me to go by myself… I’m a petite girl from the country that’s never really done much on her own. A part of me I understood her concern: what if something *did* happen? Like, a car accident? Or a Crohns flare so bad that I had to be hospitalized? I didn’t go across the state, I went across the COUNTRY (for those of you who don’t know, I live in New York). And I get it, she loves me and was worried something could happen. After I was there for a few days she did share with me that she always wanted to take a trip by herself (maybe not to the extent that I did). I want to do everything on my bucket list. I want to live a life that would make her proud of me. Work hard. Travel. Finish nursing school. Buy a home. Give my Dad a Grandchild. Nothing is going to stop me from fulfilling my dreams. That woman believed in me when I didnt believe in myself. She pushed me. Thanks Mom.