Perpetual Drafts of the Perpetually Daft

I think we finally settled on a departure date. Which is 58 days from now. The list of things to see, do, eat, enjoy takes on a greater weight. Knowing we will be back in town early next year takes some of the pressure off though. Here is the list as of now: Eat at Ayada Thai Eat at Purple Yam Eat at Papaya King Eat at Peter Lugers Eat at Karenderya Eat at Lemon Ice King Chaperone a class trip Watch a Broadway play with the boys Ride the Roosevelt Island Tram Visit the Cloisters Visit the Guggenheim Visit the Northfork vineyards Meet up with family/friends: JZ, PO, BN, MT, JB, SQ, CB, AV, NR, FR, RU, RS, JC, CN, PF, EC, VC, CY

Well, the cat's out of the bag. Future plans have been shared with the appropriate folks. This family is moving. Moving from a fairly comfortable life despite the daily annoyances of our current location. As we get close to our departure, time seems to warp. As usual, more swirling in this stressed out, a bit overwhelmed mind, and nothing else to write...

Sometimes I think, what the heck are we doing? Is this really happening? Are we making the right decision? Is it too late to go back to it just being a far off dream, a seed of an idea, inspired by others who have made such drastic changes in their lives? No turning back now, I'm afraid. I'm afraid.