Baby Blues
My children moved to Arizona this weekend with their mom. She had a better opportunity for a better life, and I don't blame her for making the move. The children were excited, and it's a new adventure. I asked my daughter, via phone this evening, if she saw anything good during her drive.
"I saw cactus," she said excitedly. Hell, I remember my first time seeing cacti. I can't say I was overly excited, because it was in my grandfather's back yard, next door to my childhood home. But then I wasn't driving over nine hours away to start a new life.
She also told me she had a birthday cake surprise. It's her 10th birthday this coming Wednesday. A day we've spent together almost every year for the past 10 years. Not an easy day for this old man.
Lately I've been having these visions of SoCal, like I'm moving there or something. Both the missus and I have no desire to live in larger cities, but I have proven myself as an editor, designer and writer. I have this feeling, because of the children, that we'll be headed south. Although I can't say this is going to happen until I get an offer I can't refuse.
Don Corleone, where are you?
If anyone has a connection to a SoCal paper that needs a great designer/editor/writer/cartoonist/web editor, give me a shout. I'm more than happy to listen.
