Dear Dad,

I wish we lived closer so we could all see each other more conveniently.  I am ready to come on home so my sons can get to know their grandparents.  I figure they’ll have half a chance at understanding themselves later in life if they get to understand the people from whom they truly come.  Spouse and I are not quite on the same page with the moving idea, so it’s a trying conversation.  I feel like there is no place for us to stay when we visit, so our visits become day trips bound by energy levels and traffic expectations.  I always want to pour my heart out to you when I see you.  I don’t because it just seems like too much of a load for the few hours that we get to be together.

So, in the meantime, I look for work here in D.C.  Hopefully, I will find something that might be portable later, or at least open some doors for me when we do decide to trade out friends, familiarity, and congestion for family, newness, and the unknown.

Love you, too, Dad.

B