Many of you have written kind words of encouragement, and well wishes, for my new position in Brooklyn. Thank you.
The gig is going well, has its own unique sets of challenges, and, like all endeavors – each new day brings something different to the table. It’s exciting, and scary, all at the same time.
In short – life’s good, personally and professionally.
However, this week was less good than the others.
- My ten year old celebrated his birthday – 1,500 miles away from me. That was the first birthday I’ve been away from any of my children.
- The next day, our 19 year-old Kitty died.
- I haven’t seen my family in weeks.
Fortunately, there is light at the end of the tunnel.
- We’ve leased an amazing house, steps away from the train, in a beautiful town, with great schools. Our new landlord is also a great guy, which is a plus. We move in, in just over a week or so.
- I’m flying back home, to pick up my boys and pets, and start our cross-country trek to New Jersey, to our new home. My wife will fly out to meet us, once the moving truck is loaded up.
Our lives are anything but conventional at the moment.
I hope to be close to approaching something normal again, soon.
Registering for school. Attending my kid’s sporting events. Meeting our new neighbors. Doing nothing on a Sunday, with my family around me, Going to the City with my wife for dinner.
I know to many, it’s inconceivable to move your family halfway across the country. Yet, we’ve done this four – or five? – times now.
You go where life leads you, and try to embrace Discovery. Reinvention. Experience.
Admittedly, it is never easy. But, it is always rewarding.
It is how we have come to have so many amazing people in our lives.
I simply hope that I have done the best I could for my family, that we are together and happy, and that we love one another.
What else is there?
Until next time.
Logorrhea 