My annual mopey summer vacation post
I am at my parents’ house, working remotely and doing schoolwork and looking for a house for me and a place for LOD to live in in Ann Arbor. LOD has the kids up in the wilds of New England, where they’re mostly off the grid, doing things like tossing rocks into the ocean and duckpin bowling (whatever that is) and hanging out with second and third cousins.
I miss them. And they miss me. Yesterday the little one called me and told me he missed me.
I wonder when this gets easier.
I’m busy here, so it could be a lot worse, if I had time to think about their not being with me.
I wish I could smell their sweaty little heads right now.