Last Thursday in CA
It’s our last Thursday in California—our first last day. For the past seven months or so, ever since Andrew went back to work and I started having whole days alone with Lucia, I’ve looked forward to Thursdays. Thursday meant there was just one day to go before the weekend, when Andrew would be around; Thursday meant our evening of shows ( The Office , Parks & Recreation , 30 Rock ), something to look forward to after long, often teary days with the baby. The days haven’t been teary for quite a while now, of course, but Thursday still always seems like a good day, just a short hop to the weekend. Who knows what Thursdays will look like now? It probably says something about my current mindset—my anticipation of a brand-new life—that I foresee even ordinary weekdays as being somehow transformed by this move. Andrew, too, is anticipating a life that will be all-new. Last night, coming home after an evening round of golf and dinner with some co-workers, he remarked on the beautiful nigh...