We thought we were going on a quick trip to New York. We ended up moving.
Escaping the smoke from the Eaton fires, we left with a single suitcase. When the time came to return home, I couldn’t do it. I am not proud to admit that I was mortally afraid.
I will spare you the details of the tortured deliberation, couples therapy sessions, and logistical puz…
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