Mourning Breakfast
Life has its stressful trigger points. Birth, death, new job, lost job, illness, clean bill of health, financial drawbacks, financial windfalls, great sex, birthdays, anniversaries, shiva calls and one we live through but don't always deal with trauma: Moving. This morning at breakfast, as I headed over to the new house, with some personal items, prior to the BIG PACK tomorrow and the BIG MOVE on Friday, the excitement was tinged with mourning. It is a happy occasion. Don't get me wrong. New home, new beginnings. But 19 years is a long time in any one place. Other than my childhood home, this is the longest stretch I've lived anywhere. 1974-1982, NYC. 1982-1987, Tenafly, NJ. 1987-1992, Back to NYC. 1992-1999, Montville, NJ. 1999-2018...that's the big one; Scottsdale, AZ. Alot has happened in this home. Transplanting at a time when the Internet was still new. Most figured I was retiring as it was NOT a virtual world back then. So reinvention became the key to my ...