Episodic Memoir: Episode 1

I was seven years old, and it was February. I had moved from country to country 3 times already, but this was the first time I could actually remember. I didn’t understand that we wouldn’t be coming back, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was getting off the bus. 8 hours on a plane. 3 hours on a bus. 11 hours past my capacity to behave patiently.