My house has sold and I’m moving to the bay area. I’m not sure of where, but somehow, this move will work out. Davis, and my home, are too comfortable and completely uncomfortable. Life here has become too small, static and familiar. I want movement forward and I have the distinct feeling that can’t happen without stepping off the edge, or jumping without a parachute.
The house I live in was my parent’s home for years. It was a safe place to land and raise my kids at a time when we needed it. Now, with the two oldest boys gone, we have outgrown the need for this safe haven. I’m packing light and leaving behind things from my past—physically and metaphorically. Cheney is rolling with this as well as any 16-year-old can. He is more adaptable than he knows and change, exposure to something new, will be good for him.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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