It's happening. The cardboard transfer of power.
My second oldest child left home last week, hopping on a plane to spend a gap year abroad before she starts college. The year before, I sent my oldest daughter off on pretty much the same trip so you'd think I would know what I was doing.
We've been doing it wrong this whole time.
By the third year, I deeply resented the statement that once so inspired me to push myself in this city. I found myself questioning, why must I "make" it here? Who am I doing it for?
Recognizing an experimental learning opportunity, I walked right over to her and nudged her so she would fall into the pool.
Boxes are packed and trucks are loaded. My youngest son is smiling from ear to ear, excitement and eagerness plastered across his mischievous grin as my heart is pulled in two. I've watched all morning as he, his father, brother and friend have made numerous trips up and down the stairs hauling box after box, pieces of furniture and clothes to load.
Exactly one month ago, I boarded a one-way flight from Philadelphia to Los Angeles. It was overbooked. When I waited at the gate, an airline attendant offered me a $500 voucher to not take the flight. I considered it. I've never left home in my life.
Step 1: Gather Packing Materials Bubble wrap, Styrofoam peanuts, blank packing paper, insulating blankets, and specially
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