It’s happening. Less than twenty four hours until I bid adieu to the community I’ve called home for nine years. Hayes and the girls departed last Sunday and I stuck around to catch up on some appointments and connect with a few people. In that time, our president has vulgarly condoned white supremacy, another local high schooler has committed suicide, and I have heard friends stress about the scheduling Tetris that is the reality of privileged Palo Alto parents.
Finally, I can answer the question, “What are you looking forward to?” I am looking forward to less. Less hatred, less stuff, less to do, less tension, less pressure, and fewer distraction.
Yet still I will miss this place and it’s people. Friends, please hold our children tight. We’ll be back in one rotation around the sun.
