Moving.

April 1, Kingston.

We jumped to Hugo one day ahead so I can have more time to move from the trailer into the motor home.
I worked til after midnight, trying to fit into a smaller space ten years of my life, while the kids played with the toys we had left behind. The trailer seemed huge, a palace.
Our friend Marcos came over for dinner with his son and we had leftover pizza and veggies from Nicolas' birthday. A familiar face, and this strange place feels a little bit more like home.