"Son," he said. "Grab your things, I've come to take you home." - Peter Gabriel, Solsbury Hill
I've just opened two emails. The first is a huge attachment of paperwork outlining everything from school goals to personal hygiene recommendations. The second is an airline ticket. Correction: two airline tickets.
This swirl of information comes just as I finished rearranging the furniture in the house and my office. I needed to do something other than write or think about what the next few months will hold for us.
It is good. It is also overwhelmingly frightening.
My heart going boom, boom, boom.
