We are looking for a home for our son. A place where he might eat and sleep the next four years, study a particular concentration, and possibly grow into himself a little more. This home-seeking has been a long process, an arduous process, and his father and I fight worry over the smallest things.
So, this morning, I do laundry. I want to make sure he has everything he needs for this next very-important-college-visit-trip.
I haul the soiled stuff down the stairs. I sort and load. I listen for the sharp beep that signifies the wash is ready to be transferred to the dryer. I fold for over an hour while the members of my household do other things.
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