Home, Home, Home, Home, Home

You don’t need to know about the whole drive home—or about how I kind of, maybe, cried a tiny bit when I hugged Mom hello. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t see, and I know Georgia didn’t see, or else I’d never hear the end of it.

Hey, what can I say? I love my mom.

And guess what? She’s afraid of heights too. I never knew that before, maybe because I never had a reason to ask her. But now that my skydiving, high-rise window washing, and cell phone tower installation careers are on hold, we decided we’re going to work on this together. I’m not exactly sure how yet—it’s just one more thing I’m going to have to deal with. But I’m glad Mom’s on my side.

Meanwhile, I redrew all those comics I’d burned, in the car before we even got back to Hills Village. I wanted to do them while they were still fresh in my memory. In fact, they came out better when I did them a second time. I’ll bet Ms. Donatello would like to know that. The last time I was in her class, she was always telling me to redo stuff.

I was even thinking maybe I’d try putting some of those Loozer comics online, just to see what happens. Call me weird if you want, but I felt like I owed Loozer a favor. Poor little dude. He’s got enough problems without getting burned and forgotten.

Also meanwhile, it was amazing to get home again. It felt like seeing a whole bunch of old friends for the first time in way, way too long.