The Foorce

Sometimes there’s so much to say that words will only mess it all up. But you know I’ll give it a go anyway.

I wish I could tell you that there was little heartache involved with our decision to move across the country (my husband certainly would!). Today Adam looked at me from the pullout sofa in our tiny, temporary Brooklyn apartment and said, “how many minutes until we go back to our home?” I paused, and said “well, we’ll be in our home in a few more sleeps, after we get to Texas.” He said,”No, I mean how many minutes until we go in our old home?” I said, very carefully to my most tempestuous child, “We aren’t going back, we’re going to living in Texas now.” He replied, “Until we go back to New York.” “We are not going back to New York.” The words struck me then. My God, we were leaving New York, probably for good, in just a matter of hours. Read more…