When I was 18, I took a train trip from my hometown, Khabarovsk, to Moscow. I traveled with a large group of friends, and it took us one week to get there. It was a marvelous time in my life. I met new people, gained new perspectives, bonded with friends, took time to think… Motherhood seemed similar. I could not wait to go, and everyone I cared about knew I will be going.
Prior to the trip, I imagined what it will be like–nearly a month without my parents, the life on the train, the capital… I was bursting with excitement. Every friend I cared about was going, and everyone expected I will be going, too.
Of course, I prepared for it. My mom helped me pack and bought me a few things. Dad issued advice. Motherhood is similar to this trip