"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
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Friday, January 10
Homeward Bound, I Wish I Was
Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I move into a 500 square foot efficiency in lovely Euless (rhymes with "useless") Texas. After my dog bitch-slapped the maintenance man, I had to move out of my apartment. The hard work is already done. I moved my wife and kids back to Shreveport last weekend. The worst part: backing the truck up to the front porch to unload the piano and getting stuck in the mud. My brother-in-law and I had to haul everything down the ramp then up the stairs, and that lightened the load enough for us to get the truck out.
I miss my wife and kids so bad. She called earlier this week and let my son talk to me. He was sobbing. "I miss you, daddy. I can't go to sleep without you. When are you gonna come home?" Saturday, Joseph, Saturday.
That's the way it's gotta be for the next couple of months. Five days and four nights in Dallas; two days and three nights in Shreveport. Two hundred miles driving, each way. One tearful departure. That's how it'll be until we sell the house, so we can get our money out of it and buy one over here. I don't know how I'm going to make it.
As for tomorrow, I'm going to get up at six and pack up whatever's left around here. There's not much: a bed, a chest of drawers, my computer desk, a big chair (called a "one-and-a-half", although I fill it by myself). A few boxes of canned goods, books, toys, and whatever. Next Monday I have to come back over and clean up so we can get our deposit back.
