Through the wringer

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N left yesterday and we are slowing pulling our shattered lives back together. — Just kidding, but it does feel like a tornado has just blown through. And it’s what, three weeks til the whole thing happens all over again.

It was great to see them. I have been to the post office twice to mail back forgotten items.

I think the weirdest thing is that as they get older I feel like they’re viewing me the way I view our parents, which is only natural, but still a little disconcerting. You know, the people who don’t exactly have their fingers on the pulse of the way things work.

On the other hand, it’s pretty great that they’re both doing well — that M is happy in school and that N is capably finding her way. As hard as it is to let go of being responsible for them, it also means I’m no longer (well, almost, in M’s case) responsible for them.

And that is kind of great.

I’m free to begin my travels, much like the man in the picture above.

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