It’s feeling strange to go back to Maine on Sunday.
It’s 8 hours from where I am now (writing this on Saturday) from Allentown, PA to Westbrook, ME.
But, it’s the right move for now.
I feel out of sorts in Pennsylvania. I am not home. It’s not where I grew up, and dad is not the father I grew up with.
His death approaches soon. I would love to be closer than 400 miles away, but life moves as it does.
So for now thinking of coming back in a week and a half. That may change though.
It’s hard to be in Pennsylvania and it’s hard to be in Maine.
So, I will leave with the immortal words of Kurt Vonnegut in “Slaughterhouse Five.”
So it goes ….
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I wrote the first part on Saturday. I am now back in Maine. Was an exhausting drive back.
After being in New York, I really appreciate Portland, Maine. It has great restaurants, some theatre, poetry, improv, comedy, museums … And it is so much quieter and more approachable.
Happy to be back home, expect the call in the next few weeks that I will have to hold vigil. That will be a challenging drive.
Blessed be.
Edmund
