The day my mother left Florida I waited until after she was gone to call. I was 13 and it was a school day. September I think. I used the pay phone in back of the library. The phone at her boyfriend’s house rang. I let it ring 20 times, started to hang up, and let it ring a few times more. But they were already on their way to Texas.
She’d gotten angry with me several months before. She’d said if I wanted to talk things over, I could call. She’d leave me alone. She sent me letter telling me she was moving, giving me the date and time. I waited until 10 minutes after the last minute to call.
When I’m back in my hometown, I can’t write. Even when I’m having fun, I’m thinking about when I will leave and how silly it is to give a place so much power. It is just a place.
What places help or hinder your writing? Does it matter? Why should it?