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And this came on the radio.

The last goodbye.

I sometimes think the radio speaks to me. Like when I’m driving on the highway and in a good mood and all of a sudden Like a Prayer or Living on a Prayer comes on and I open all my windows and drive past my exit. Or like when I’m driving on the highway and I’m sad and a song that I’ve never heard before comes on that captures everything I’m feeling at that moment and I almost need to pull over because the tears start turning the road into a kaleidoscope.

Like when I was driving home two Thanksgivings ago, two days after my father died, after spending an entire day cooking a turkey with all the trimmings all by myself, and this song came on the radio.

Or last night, driving home from the city, after he told me that we’d see each other again before I go, something I’m not sure I believe, and this came on the radio.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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