We’re closing in on 11 years together and nearly a decade of this nomadic hockey life. We have had so many adventures and learned so much and obviously all this leads me to lay awake at night thinking OHMYGOD WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO and HOW WILL I EVER DUST OFF THESE DEGREES AND USE THEM AGAIN. I get panicked and sweaty and visions of student loans dance in my head.
Then I wake up. And we go for a walk. All together. On a Tuesday afternoon. And we’re happy and it’s easy and I realize…let’s cross that bridge when we get to it.
Only in Japan can you let your child play under an overpass. Just as clean as the playground.
My girl Enid. My darling girl.
Yes. Yes. Yep.
Hanging on by a thread.
A boy and his dad.
We like to stay high and dry.
It was in no way cold enough to call for a winter hat. But the heart wants what it wants.