Theories of Moving

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The new apartment is cold.

For some time now we’ve felt lodged between, as if we had pushed the elevator button to take us to a new floor in our lives and are still waiting for it to arrive. But in the past year so many changes did happen — our daughter Q was accepted by one of her top-choice colleges; my wife and I both switched jobs; and our son M decided not to return to his college in Los Angeles, dedicating himself instead…