Loose lips sink more than just ships.

My mommy. She's a rockstar.

She's pretty fucking amazing. She lets me rant and rave and try to find myself through whatever medium I'm into at the time and she lets me figure out what I'm good at. She's my rock. She's always tried to make me a stronger person. She's been giving me tools to realize who I am and who I want to be. She fucking rocks and lets me rock, too. She has evolved so much in the past few years and has taken me along for the ride. She's letting me get to know her. And even though we fight, she's becoming my best, truest friend.

Period. And yeah, I'm pretty dependent on her. I'm coddled, even.

But I wouldn't trade our relationship for the world.

And, at the expense of sounding completely incestuous and perverted, I miss being close to her.

And even the times when we weren't close, but she was a 40 minute ride away.. I felt better. Just knowing that if there was one second in the day that I felt I needed her, she would drop what she was doing and pick me up from the station.

My New Year's wish is to see my Mommy again on the one platform that means I'm coming home.