And so we go back, is what I was going to tell you.
But that’s not how it is, how it ever is. Always forward.
We are moving back to Arizona. In the process of working out (at long last) our parenting agreement, I decided that it made sense to live there again. It will make it logistically easier for the kids to spend time with their father. They miss their friends. They miss living there. I miss my friends and will be glad to take new measure of the ties that bind parts of my soul to that piece of desert.
My long drives in the mountains, for starters. The sunsets.
So in a couple of weeks, the kids will fly out with their dad and I’ll be driving out – and maybe driving a moving truck with my car on a trailer, this far:
There are a lot of miles to cross between here and Arizona, but the distance is greater still. Between past and future. Between the life that I left there and the one that will begin when I finally unpack our things.
I’m ready for every mile of it.