It is quiet. What little noise exists echoes in our empty house. The bags are packed, three each, and they are bulging. The cat is hiding somewhere, which is impressive given there nothing to hide under…her world as been completely de-forested.
K and I are sitting on our luggage waiting for our ride to the airport. This morning we fly to Paris to live. We are quiet, both of us wondering to ourselves if this isn’t a huge mistake, neither of us daring to say it out loud.