then every­one said goodbye

-- August 30th, 2014 --
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It’s always so hard to believe, when we wake up on the last day of sum­mer, that the next time we get out of bed it will be in Lon­don.  I’m too old-fashioned to think that’s nor­mal, no mat­ter how many sum­mers (and Christ­mases) we go through the unbe­liev­able tran­si­tion.  Change, and say­ing good­bye, is never my favorite thing.

We drove one last time to New Jer­sey, four weeks after the big Sum­mer Exper­i­ment of 2014, to pick up Avery at Jeanne and Cynthia’s where she’s lived, high at the top of their celes­tial house, com­mut­ing to New York.  Good­ness, the expe­ri­ences she has had, many of them she is anx­ious not to repeat, mostly of a com­mut­ing nature.  South Orange, New Jer­sey Tran­sit, the PATH train, Hobo­ken, Sea­cau­cus, Penn Sta­tion, Grand Cen­tral, Bridge­port, Sey­mour.  The Metro­Card in her wal­let can now be shelved.  But liv­ing with Jeanne and Binky?  That was heaven.

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We arrived for lunch, bring­ing egg salad made from the eggman’s last deliv­ery.  But there was no one at home!  I thought for a moment that they had all been beamed up by aliens…