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Moving On

July 26, 2007

There is a 53-foot moving van outside my house, and Tommy, my 2-year-old son, is plastered to the front door.

“Moving van!” he says, trying to press himself through the glass and onto the front porch, where he will be two feet closer to the biggest truck he has ever seen.

I wish I could close the front door and make the truck vanish.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. mopsy permalink
    July 30, 2007 9:43 am

    It’s sad to watch a dear friend leave, especially one that is a few hundred feet away. I’m sure you’ll keep in touch. Who knows—maybe a future special friend will move in?

  2. Jess permalink
    August 1, 2007 2:01 pm

    Oh, this is a lovely little testament to your friendship. I’m sorry. It’s hard when friends aren’t right next door anymore. I still sometimes miss that physical proximity to my girlfriends from college, being able to run right across the hall to share exciting or upsetting news.

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