today’s the day. i just have a few pieces of furniture to put into storage, and then we’re on the road to toronto.
no end date. no return ticket. the big unknown.
just pausing packing to stop and hold jack while i sob a while
she’s just looking up at me like ‘why are you crying mom?’
twenty-nine hours until i’m out of this home i’ve loved for two years, and about fifty-five until i’m in toronto, only to come back to visit and get my belongings