It’s been awhile since I started ugly-crying after I finished a comic, but I guess I was overdue.
Roughly a month ago, I left Atlanta and drove across the country in a cherry red hatchback packed to the brim with a fair amount of worldly belongings, booze, myself, and a dog. The two weeks leading up to the move, the cross-country trek itself, and the past few weeks in Los Angeles, I’ve had tons of misgivings. The sunsets in Texas, the mountains in Arizona, and the lonesome stretch of California highway did little to mitigate my feelings. Friends and family have accused me of running away from my problems and life on the East Coast, and for the past month I’ve partially believed them. Until today at least.
I’ve never identified with Kate, I mean I still don’t, but these final panels made me feel relieved. She did what she had to do. She was miserable and made a dynamic change. It’s not running away if you’re trying to make it better.
So thanks, Fraction. Thanks, Aja.
My new backyard salutes you.