I got sentimental when we were on the jetway, tearing up. I think it was the fact we were leaving our closest friends.  

Lingered on the idea that on this coming Monday afternoon, I wouldn’t be doing a walkntalk with my best friend Katie Keating. We have been doing it for months now. Through the chaos of the move, it had become the constant. And I just choked up with the people I would miss, the routines that were now gone. 

Kiddo saw the tear fall, and asked why I was sad. When I told him that we were leaving so many friends behind, and a place I’ve lived in since I was 4 and a half, he said to me, “Yes, it’s true we’re leaving a great place. But we are going to an even better place. *Paris*. And we’ll make new friends.”

So, yes, we are departing. But … Also, arriving.