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There was a book I used to read when I was small: “The Very Last First Time,” by Jan Andrews, apparently. It was a book about the first time a little Alaskan girl went under the frozen ice of the ocean to harvest clams. Alone. I used to read that book over and over, thinking about my own “last first times.”
First day of high school.
First drive, all by my self.
They never stop. But they do change. And, like that little girl under Alaskan ice, they get lonelier.
Yesterday, I spent my very last first night more than 2o miles from home without any one member of my beloved family. Alone.
(Backstory: I thought it would be a good idea to spend a month away from my family while rehearsing for a show. Why I though it would be a good idea…
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