Forty-three years ago, I was carried across the threshold of the only home I would know for 18 years and that my mother would continue to live in for the rest of her life, dying there a few months after the birth of 3B.
A few weeks ago, I walked out of that house for the last time.
That house has been a tremendous gift to me throughout my life. It’s been a safe port in which I’ve weathered many storms, and just knowing that it’s there has made so many other difficulties seem bearable. It’s where I returned to live when I needed to, although I was far too old to reasonably be living with my mother. And so it was there that I carried out part of my email courtship with Mama.