"Go West, young man": The phrase made popular by Horace Greeley has been in my head since Jim and I decided it was time for us to leave New Jersey and move to California, where my family is. As I write in a piece in the Guardian, Charlie has had a great education here in New Jersey but adulthood is another story.
I've spent the past weeks and days trying not to be over-flummoxed by the array of planning and details this move, in the middle of the school year necessitates: packing up the house we've lived in for 11 years, getting Charlie set up in a new school district and school, finding a pediatrician and a neurologist, saying good-bye to our students and classrooms, getting Charlie out to California via an airplane, resettling a child who relies on strict routine in a strange place (albeit one he visited much when he was younger), employment. Etc.
Caesar did not make so many preparations for his campaigns in Gaul!
I don't know how but, for these past 16 1/2 years, we have so far been able to find the reserves, resources and heart to do what must be done to care for our boy. Indeed, I have discovered time and again in our years with Charlie that I have the capacity to do things I was sure I could not.
We go with him.