“Sometimes you don’t survive whole, you just survive in part. But the grandeur of life is that attempt. It is not about that solution. It is about being as fearless as one can, and behaving as beautifully as one can.”
– Toni Morrison

It’s time to move. 

I wrote these words eight weeks ago and they are still true. Only then, it was just a longing, a knowing without legs. Today, I sit amongst dozens of boxes and bags and stacks of furniture and bare walls with empty nails protruding from them. It’s Moving Day. 

I’ve been feeling the pull to leave the city for about 18 months now. I was working out at our upscale gym (the one we’ve never really been able to afford) when I saw a winged creature flitting frantically amongst the metal crossbeams of the ceiling. It was at that moment that I thought: I am done with this life.