I could survive a week back in my hometown, with my parents. It was only a week. Seven Days. One hundred and sixty eight hours. Ten thousand eighty minutes. After that the math got too hard, I didn’t have time for that.
My duffle hung heavily over my shoulder, one week’s worth of clothes, toiletries, and other essentials packed into one tiny bag. In the car I’d left my box full of books that would keep my occupied for the week. As long as I had my books, I would be fine. ***