Tugboat and I are so grateful for all the kind wishes in response to us finally finishing up our case. We are only just beginning to exhale.
Of course we can’t completely fix Tugboat’s physical problems, but at least the medical care he gets is within our control. I’m actually giddy at the thought of going to his doctor and getting all the different rehab referrals he needs. I’m ecstatic that we know how to proceed with his continued pelvic pain and have a top New York doctor at the ready. I’m desperate to go line-up an expert trainer for him (and me!). Our main goal now is to halt the degeneration that has picked up so much speed of late.
I can’t begin to explain how freeing it is to KNOW that nobody is following us. To know that nobody will hold it against us if Tugboat carries the diaper bag, holds his son or pushes a stroller.
Being here these last few weeks has also taught me a few things about myself. I learned that I still love Brooklyn. But, I know now that what stands between my old Brooklyn utopia and everything else is so frustrating, irritating and generally unnecessary. I see now that living away has given me an easier, slower and longer life. While I still mourn the childhood my kids would have here, I see clearly the drawbacks of that childhood.
This lesson, this new truth, is that I can’t wait to go home. To Maine.
And so, this blog has served its purpose. I have made peace with leaving New York. I have transitioned, finally, to my life in Portland.
I’ll be closing the site down soon and re-formulating under a different name and mission. Let me know in comments or via email if you’d like to be notified when I re-surface.
I can’t thank you enough for your support and friendship over the last two years. I don’t know how I would have gotten here without this place and the people who visited.