Actually two – Hazel and her boyfriend are moving to New York City this weekend. I’m giddy and nervous and proud she’s got the balls.
Thinking of her starting this new part of her life, with all they say about the city being over and no place for anyone but the rich, but – when somebody gets it in their head to go to New York, they’ve got to do it.
We’ll finally be in the same time zone again, only two hours apart.
Her going back’s almost like me going back, only I get to live in the country.
Make your mark, Hazel.