I'm always suspicious of silence here, as it's typically not a good sign. Yet I feel fine—or at worst, a little drifty, as if I'm floating between two lives. Who knows which way the current will take me? Certainly not I. I've been idly looking for a full-time job (translation: I email people advertising on craigslist every now and then, and when they email me back, I immediately forget about them).
In my own defense, much of my energy is being taken up by the demands of my older son's entry into high school, which is fully related to him being 14. He has convinced himself that the people in our town are shallow, nouveau riche conspicuous consumers of right-wing left-minded ideological no-good. I, for one, see no reason to disagree with him, and for years I've been hoping he would come to this conclusion. What I didn't count on was that reaching that conclusion would cause him to decide that immediate relocation is the only remedy and that Charlotte, North Carolina is the place to relocate. Is this because he loves the weather there? The culture? No. This is because a friend of his is having an easier time adjusting to high school (translation: a different time) and claims that at his high school, popularity is not based on athletic prowess, as my son feels it is here, but on an amorphous quality my son refers to as "personality."
Uh huh.
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