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\u201cWhere do you want this box to go?\u201d
\nColby Callahan barely heard her brother\u2019s question. She was lost in her own thoughts, staring at the childhood home that she swore she would never go back to.
\n\u201cHey,\u201d Greg repeated, \u201cAre you there? Where do you want this box?\u201d
\n\u201cMy bedroom I guess\u201d said Colby, snapping back into reality.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sure there will be plenty of space for it,\u201d Greg smirked, \u201cMom and Dad never changed your room into a home gym like they wanted to. They knew you\u2019d be moving back in soon.\u201d
\nColby gave her brother a nasty look. \u201cShut up\u201d she told him.
\nShe knew he was right, though. They kept her room exactly as it was two years ago when she went to college because they never believed she would finish. And they were right, she didn\u2019t. Colby hated giving her parents the gratification of being right about her, but it wasn\u2019t the first time.
\nHer whole life, Colby handed her parents one disappointment after another. She got kicked out of her private elementary school when she punched a boy on the kickball field for calling her \u201cugly\u201d. She spent most of her formative years rebelling against her parents, her school, and basically any other force that was trying to make her \u201cbehave\u201d like a well-brought up young lady. Then, at 22 years old, after waiting tables for 4 years and living with her parents, she decided to do something with her life. Colby applied to the University of Miami to pursue an engineering degree. To her and everyone else\u2019s surprise, she was accepted.
\nBut now, two short years later, she sits staring at her parent\u2019s home back in Clearwater. How could this happen again? Why couldn\u2019t she just pull herself together and make something of her life? Where does she go from here? These questions assaulted Colby\u2019s thoughts the entire time we was carrying boxes filled with her mediocre possessions back into the home that she was so sure was not hers anymore.
\n\u201cYou should see if Texas Roadhouse will hire you back\u201d, Colby\u2019s mom, Ruth, said in a disappointed tone. \u201cYou are going to have to find some way to pay us rent.\u201d
\nRuth was always hyper-critical of Colby. A traditional woman, Ruth values normalcy; a nice house with a white picket fence and matching shutters, a husband who works full time as a kitchen appliance salesman, and two smart, well behaved children. She always resented the fact that she only got one of the two.
\n\u201cGive her some time to settle in, Ruth\u201d Benjamin, Colby\u2019s father, chimed in, \u201cWe haven\u2019t even gotten all the boxes inside yet and you\u2019re rushing her off to her first shift.\u201d
\n\u201cThe girl needs a kick in the ass, Ben. I won\u2019t have her living in my house rent-free again. She is expected to contribute.\u201d Ruth was never shy about saying hurtful things in front of her daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n[aesop_timeline_stop num=”2002″ title=”Event2″]\n\n

\u201cWhere do you want this box to go?\u201d
\nColby Callahan barely heard her brother\u2019s question. She was lost in her own thoughts, staring at the childhood home that she swore she would never go back to.
\n\u201cHey,\u201d Greg repeated, \u201cAre you there? Where do you want this box?\u201d
\n\u201cMy bedroom I guess\u201d said Colby, snapping back into reality.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sure there will be plenty of space for it,\u201d Greg smirked, \u201cMom and Dad never changed your room into a home gym like they wanted to. They knew you\u2019d be moving back in soon.\u201d
\nColby gave her brother a nasty look. \u201cShut up\u201d she told him.
\nShe knew he was right, though. They kept her room exactly as it was two years ago when she went to college because they never believed she would finish. And they were right, she didn\u2019t. Colby hated giving her parents the gratification of being right about her, but it wasn\u2019t the first time.<\/span><\/p>\n\n[aesop_audio title=”audio” src=”http:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-content\/uploads\/Morning.mp3″ loop=”off” viewstart=”off” viewend=”on” hidden=”off”]\n


\nHer whole life, Colby handed her parents one disappointment after another. She got kicked out of her private elementary school when she punched a boy on the kickball field for calling her \u201cugly\u201d. She spent most of her formative years rebelling against her parents, her school, and basically any other force that was trying to make her \u201cbehave\u201d like a well-brought up young lady. Then, at 22 years old, after waiting tables for 4 years and living with her parents, she decided to do something with her life. Colby applied to the University of Miami to pursue an engineering degree. To her and everyone else\u2019s surprise, she was accepted.
\nBut now, two short years later, she sits staring at her parent\u2019s home back in Clearwater. How could this happen again? Why couldn\u2019t she just pull herself together and make something of her life? Where does she go from here? These questions assaulted Colby\u2019s thoughts the entire time we was carrying boxes filled with her mediocre possessions back into the home that she was so sure was not hers anymore.
\n\u201cYou should see if Texas Roadhouse will hire you back\u201d, Colby\u2019s mom, Ruth, said in a disappointed tone. \u201cYou are going to have to find some way to pay us rent.\u201d
\nRuth was always hyper-critical of Colby. A traditional woman, Ruth values normalcy; a nice house with a white picket fence and matching shutters, a husband who works full time as a kitchen appliance salesman, and two smart, well behaved children. She always resented the fact that she only got one of the two.
\n\u201cGive her some time to settle in, Ruth\u201d Benjamin, Colby\u2019s father, chimed in, \u201cWe haven\u2019t even gotten all the boxes inside yet and you\u2019re rushing her off to her first shift.\u201d
\n\u201cThe girl needs a kick in the ass, Ben. I won\u2019t have her living in my house rent-free again. She is expected to contribute.\u201d Ruth was never shy about saying hurtful things in front of her daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n[aesop_timeline_stop num=”2003″ title=”Event3″]\n

\u201cWhere do you want this box to go?\u201d
\nColby Callahan barely heard her brother\u2019s question. She was lost in her own thoughts, staring at the childhood home that she swore she would never go back to.
\n\u201cHey,\u201d Greg repeated, \u201cAre you there? Where do you want this box?\u201d
\n\u201cMy bedroom I guess\u201d said Colby, snapping back into reality.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sure there will be plenty of space for it,\u201d Greg smirked, \u201cMom and Dad never changed your room into a home gym like they wanted to. They knew you\u2019d be moving back in soon.\u201d
\nColby gave her brother a nasty look. \u201cShut up\u201d she told him.
\nShe knew he was right, though. They kept her room exactly as it was two years ago when she went to college because they never believed she would finish. And they were right, she didn\u2019t. Colby hated giving her parents the gratification of being right about her, but it wasn\u2019t the first time.
\nHer whole life, Colby handed her parents one disappointment after another. She got kicked out of her private elementary school when she punched a boy on the kickball field for calling her \u201cugly\u201d. She spent most of her formative years rebelling against her parents, her school, and basically any other force that was trying to make her \u201cbehave\u201d like a well-brought up young lady. Then, at 22 years old, after waiting tables for 4 years and living with her parents, she decided to do something with her life. Colby applied to the University of Miami to pursue an engineering degree. To her and everyone else\u2019s surprise, she was accepted.
\nBut now, two short years later, she sits staring at her parent\u2019s home back in Clearwater. How could this happen again? Why couldn\u2019t she just pull herself together and make something of her life? Where does she go from here? These questions assaulted Colby\u2019s thoughts the entire time we was carrying boxes filled with her mediocre possessions back into the home that she was so sure was not hers anymore.
\n\u201cYou should see if Texas Roadhouse will hire you back\u201d, Colby\u2019s mom, Ruth, said in a disappointed tone. \u201cYou are going to have to find some way to pay us rent.\u201d
\nRuth was always hyper-critical of Colby. A traditional woman, Ruth values normalcy; a nice house with a white picket fence and matching shutters, a husband who works full time as a kitchen appliance salesman, and two smart, well behaved children. She always resented the fact that she only got one of the two.
\n\u201cGive her some time to settle in, Ruth\u201d Benjamin, Colby\u2019s father, chimed in, \u201cWe haven\u2019t even gotten all the boxes inside yet and you\u2019re rushing her off to her first shift.\u201d
\n\u201cThe girl needs a kick in the ass, Ben. I won\u2019t have her living in my house rent-free again. She is expected to contribute.\u201d Ruth was never shy about saying hurtful things in front of her daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n[aesop_timeline_stop num=”2004″ title=”Event4″]\n

\u201cWhere do you want this box to go?\u201d
\nColby Callahan barely heard her brother\u2019s question. She was lost in her own thoughts, staring at the childhood home that she swore she would never go back to.
\n\u201cHey,\u201d Greg repeated, \u201cAre you there? Where do you want this box?\u201d
\n\u201cMy bedroom I guess\u201d said Colby, snapping back into reality.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sure there will be plenty of space for it,\u201d Greg smirked, \u201cMom and Dad never changed your room into a home gym like they wanted to. They knew you\u2019d be moving back in soon.\u201d
\nColby gave her brother a nasty look. \u201cShut up\u201d she told him.
\nShe knew he was right, though. They kept her room exactly as it was two years ago when she went to college because they never believed she would finish. And they were right, she didn\u2019t. Colby hated giving her parents the gratification of being right about her, but it wasn\u2019t the first time.
\nHer whole life, Colby handed her parents one disappointment after another. She got kicked out of her private elementary school when she punched a boy on the kickball field for calling her \u201cugly\u201d. She spent most of her formative years rebelling against her parents, her school, and basically any other force that was trying to make her \u201cbehave\u201d like a well-brought up young lady. Then, at 22 years old, after waiting tables for 4 years and living with her parents, she decided to do something with her life. Colby applied to the University of Miami to pursue an engineering degree. To her and everyone else\u2019s surprise, she was accepted.
\nBut now, two short years later, she sits staring at her parent\u2019s home back in Clearwater. How could this happen again? Why couldn\u2019t she just pull herself together and make something of her life? Where does she go from here? These questions assaulted Colby\u2019s thoughts the entire time we was carrying boxes filled with her mediocre possessions back into the home that she was so sure was not hers anymore.
\n\u201cYou should see if Texas Roadhouse will hire you back\u201d, Colby\u2019s mom, Ruth, said in a disappointed tone. \u201cYou are going to have to find some way to pay us rent.\u201d
\nRuth was always hyper-critical of Colby. A traditional woman, Ruth values normalcy; a nice house with a white picket fence and matching shutters, a husband who works full time as a kitchen appliance salesman, and two smart, well behaved children. She always resented the fact that she only got one of the two.
\n\u201cGive her some time to settle in, Ruth\u201d Benjamin, Colby\u2019s father, chimed in, \u201cWe haven\u2019t even gotten all the boxes inside yet and you\u2019re rushing her off to her first shift.\u201d
\n\u201cThe girl needs a kick in the ass, Ben. I won\u2019t have her living in my house rent-free again. She is expected to contribute.\u201d Ruth was never shy about saying hurtful things in front of her daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[aesop_timeline_stop num=”2000″ title=”Event1″] \u201cWhere do you want this box to go?\u201d Colby Callahan barely heard her brother\u2019s question. She was lost in her own thoughts, staring at the childhood home that she swore she would never go back to. \u201cHey,\u201d Greg repeated, \u201cAre you there? Where do you want this box?\u201d \u201cMy bedroom I guess\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1592","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories","aesop-entry-content"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1592","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1592"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1592\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1594,"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1592\/revisions\/1594"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1592"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1592"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jolineblais.net\/tributaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1592"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}