goodbye 10463, hello 11978

i have severe reservations about going.

my friends and extended family are all here or easily accesible to here.  Jewish schools, kosher food, and an assortment of other conveniences for the Ortho Jew are all over.

Gus loves home.  It's her centering point, the place that is consistent in our constant moving about.  I'm miserable for her, knowing how out of sorts she's going to be when she realizes that we're not coming back here.

 Our doctors, are here.  Our doctors who were carefully and lovingly chosen to take care of our family.

*sigh*

Things I will not miss:

The crazy lady next door and her homeless 'friends'
The crazy people above us who get up at 5 am
The parking spot in the garage between the minivan and the pole
Driving on the Cross Bronx every week (twice!)
The city noise.  (Ok, maybe I'll miss it a little)
The cramped space of a 2 bedroom apartment
The messed-up toilet in the second bathroom
The teensy kitchen
The constant construction

*sigh*

I don't want to go.