No one has it all

Sometimes it doesn't matter how old you are, because a terse conversation with an estranged parent can make you feel 17 all over again. And a conversation with someone whose memory wipes itself clean every couple years can make you feel like you're the one who's losing her mind.

I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved.
I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved.
I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
No one has it all.

Tomorrow I return to Toronto. Tomorrow I rejoin my real life.

In other unrelated news, the total number of relatives inqquiring into my future marital status and uterus activity: three. Not bad.