Left Behind

In two days it will have been one month since my family moved six and a half hours and 438 miles south of the home we’d lived in for the previous 14 years. Things in our new home are starting to feel familiar. I can now make it to the grocery store and my children’s schools without Apple Maps guiding me every step of the way. The heat feels almost normal now. Days that only climb into the high 70s feel crisp and cool.

But I still reach for the light switch in the bathroom where it would have been in our old home. I still turn the knob clockwise instead of counterclockwise when I am walking out the door.