*Caterina*
I woke up the next Monday, and it still felt strange to be home. My things were still packed up in the suitcase and matching travel bag, pretty much just clothes and necessities that I had taken to the university with me.
I’d never been the kind of person to hold onto things or give them meaning. Even my old bedroom, which hadn’t changed from the day I left, was pretty empty. There were only a few items that I had kept.
I showered and got ready for my visit to UCLA. This was it. I was making it official.
Done with my shower, I sat down at the vanity Mom had refurbished for me back when we first moved into this house. It still had the pink flower stickers that I had put on it around the mirror, though most were now discolored and peeling away.
