Moving On
I’ve started counting the days until we move back to Maine. As of today, we have 83 left. The last seven years have been very lonely in this community that has proven to be a horrible fit for our family. Yesterday I told my therapist that I feel like we’ve all been diminished. My children’s self-esteem is increasingly threadbare. Frankly, so is mine. Both girls are failing their grades this year as a result of both COVID and a learning environment that hasn’t offered much in the way of encouragement, support or motivation. I look forward to seeing friends again and, hopefully, making new ones. I’m hopeful, but also so beat up. I’ve never experienced a community so concerned with social climbing, appearances and material wealth. Drive this, wear this, live here, play this sport, ski here, sail there… do you know the So and So’s? To see our school’s football team on the national news for anti-semitic play calls has been both horrifying and validating. I’ve been tryin
