What are we going to do?
That’s the question that’s been on a loop in my head lately.
My parents—my built-in babysitters, my emergency backup, my quick-stop in the middle of the day—are moving. To Montana. Ten hours away. TEN. HOURS. It’s not “we’ll swing by real quick” distance anymore. Their house goes on the market this week, and suddenly this change that’s been “coming eventually” is HERE. And I’m kind of spiraling…