I wanted to save all of this for you. But I couldn’t. It didn’t last. It never does. That brief moment of grace when the ordinary shines so exquisitely. At the end of the day you will return to us, as you always do, and we will both be tired, empty, distracted, spent. Everything more chaotic, more fragile, than when you left.
Dawn comes home from college in a little white pickup truck that she purchased for herself using leftover scholarship money. It's not even really a truck so much as it is a collection of scraps of metal that have been somehow fused together. It's stick and it stalls about twenty times before she pulls into the driveway. It can't go faster than about fifty miles per hour without making a wheezing sound and so it took her twice as long to get home as she would have liked
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Dawn starts writing old-fashioned letters with stamps and envelopes and sends them in brown packages along with candies or flyers for parties or ticket stubs or beer coasters or a paper with a big red “A” on the front
( ... )
I love 'empty-nest'/daughter off to college fic! And I love sisters who suddenly grow up into different interests and I love the idea of crunchy, Berkeley-student Dawn who joins protests and kills vampires and has a 4.0 and still comes home (a VERRRRY LONG DRIVE) on her three day weekends just to do laundry.
I wanted to save all of this for you.
But I couldn’t. It didn’t last. It never does.
That brief moment of grace when the ordinary shines so exquisitely.
At the end of the day you will return to us, as you always do,
and we will both be tired, empty, distracted, spent.
Everything more chaotic, more fragile, than when you left.
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Dawn comes home from college in a little white pickup truck that she purchased for herself using leftover scholarship money. It's not even really a truck so much as it is a collection of scraps of metal that have been somehow fused together. It's stick and it stalls about twenty times before she pulls into the driveway. It can't go faster than about fifty miles per hour without making a wheezing sound and so it took her twice as long to get home as she would have liked ( ... )
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I love 'empty-nest'/daughter off to college fic! And I love sisters who suddenly grow up into different interests and I love the idea of crunchy, Berkeley-student Dawn who joins protests and kills vampires and has a 4.0 and still comes home (a VERRRRY LONG DRIVE) on her three day weekends just to do laundry.
Buffy/Tara domestics are the best.
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