next time in brooklyn

I've been saying that semi-ironically for a few weeks now, as I've had dinner with various people who have promised to come visit us in New York, but now I mean it. Next time I post something here, barring some very unexpected Internet access, I will be in Brooklyn, having managed to unpack and reconnect my computer and figure out the DSL. It seems unimaginable, but the unimaginable has become commonplace. It was unimaginable that people would come and pack up my entire life in a few hours and put it on a large truck bound for Hackensack, N.J., but that happened Thursday morning. Unimaginable that we would sign a few papers and the house that I have loved, yeah, whatever, like a person, would belong to someone else. But that happened Thursday afternoon, Unimaginable that we would clean the place up, leave the keys inside, and walk out forever. But that happened Friday.
If I could do justice to the emotional roller coaster I've been on, it would fill volumes. But I can't. From now on, there is no way to go but forward. No more looking back, no more crying over the wonderful things I failed to appreciate until it was too late. Next time in Brooklyn.