For the first time in over a year, I’ve reached out to make contact with my Mom. I am not going to go into why I decided to no longer talk to her in this post, but I will say, it was strange to write her a message. I didn’t really know what to say. As time went on, it was actually easier and easier to not talk to her, and even in writing her, I found it difficult to find anything of interest to talk about.

Has my life been so boring over the last year and a half? Have I really done so little? I am very hopeful that she’ll take the time to write me back, and we can slowly get our mother and son relationship back on track in time for me to visit most of my family in Kingston around Christmas time.

I still haven’t completely decided to go, but because of how few trips I’ve made that way this year, I feel like I have to.

If you are wondering why I am making the effort now, after all this time, all I will say is: it seems like the right time.

I once told my aunt that I would try working on my relationship with my mom once I had worked more on myself, and over the last six months, I’ve been doing exactly that. I’ve been working very hard on being critical of my faults, finding ways to improve myself, and working under the surprisingly true assumption that I am the only person that can make myself happy.

Here’s hoping that I’m welcomed back, despite how I’ve acted.