13 Going on 30
Growing up, there was no movie my mom and I loved more. The DVD stayed in the player and on repeat. In a very Jenna Rink fashion, I finally achieved my dream of moving to New York—which puts me thousands of miles away from my mom. And as time’s arrow swiftly marches forward, I’m quickly approaching 30 (I’m 27, though everyone loves to remind me of the encroaching decade) and it’s been about a year since I’ve been able to see my mom. And now I can’t stop crying.