It’s early Sunday morning. I’m sitting at the laundry mat and have 16 washers going. Why? Because today is the day we pack our worldly belongings into the 26-foot long moving truck and say goodbye to the community we’ve called home. We’re headed to another community we’ve also called home for some time.
My husband and I have been commuters for many years. We live an hour north of Manhattan, where we both work, in a town known for its black squirrels, Marysville. The daily commute was starting to wear on us so we made the decision to move. Turns out the decision to move may have been the easy part!