With my newfound gratitude, my behavior began to improve, and although she had some residual fear, my mom rehired me for the third time. I had confidence that this would also be the final time; and I was right. I moved back home my sophomore year of college, and it was time to figure out how to really live in the same space as I worked.
I'm held hostage by a mansion, but it has been the most freeing experience of my life and soon the coop will be flown. My mom is always making me sit in every seating arrangement there is when we’re in a new place. “Look at the room from this angle,” she’ll say, “Try this couch.”