At seven in the morning I ate my last Aberdare breakfast and then finished packing my entire dorm room into a suitcase and a duffel. I had to sit on the former. The latter burst a zipper.
At seven at night, I retrieved my very jet-lagged mother from the Sophia Gardens bus station. We installed ourselves in the Royal Hotel on Queen Street. After six months on a squeaky mattress in a 19th-century dorm, I felt like I had died and been reincarnated as a princess.
I’ve been waiting all semester to introduce Mom to Barker Coffee milkshakes.
She’s so jet-lagged I’m not sure she’s going to remember it in the morning.