Wednesday, September 4th

Dear Mom,

I would like to formally submit a protest. There isn't a single 23 year old out there that has to write her mother 3 times a week. This is just silly.

Protest submitted.

Now to the good stuff.

I arrived at my new home late in the afternoon, (as you know, because I CALLED you. Remember? On that new fangled thing we dubbed the PHONE?) and had enough time to unload the van. Thanks for paying for that by the way. Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm actually paying you back by writing you three times a week for the rest of my life.

Okay, over it. Sorry. Love you tons and you know it.

Truth is I'm excited. Gotham looks cool, and the school here is top rate. I know that the crime rate scares you and you'd rather I had picked a different school but it is going to be fine. Time to fly from the nest and all that. My apartment is in a safe part of town near the school and you know I don't do the partying and drinking. It was never my thing and that isn't going to change, which really keeps me away from most of the dangerous scenarios that gets your average collage student into trouble. So half the problem solved right?

I just don't want you to worry. I know how to take care of myself.

Anyways, I went down the street to a coffee shop and passed a florist with a help wanted ad. It's a delivery job that is part time in the afternoons, which would be perfect for me. A little extra cash and I can get some quality tourism in at the same time! I plan on dropping the application off later today. Anyways, still tired after all the unpacking. Love you.

P.S. Keep Dad away from the potato chips.

-Sage