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Hippie Kid/It's Come To This/I Blame My Parents
It's come to this. I'm going to die in Buffalo, New York.

I don't want to get a divorce, the girls like living with their father. He's funny. He loves them. I think he's funny too, but it's harder to laugh through our inadequacies.

Even if they ever seem to have forgiven me for the move, my daughters will graduate high school, go to college probably in New York City, and visit me back here twice a year.

What am I getting out of it? More time to write. Less stress. Fewer distractions, like friends. I'm trying to consider it a period of reconstitution. I've gone back to yoga, I ride my bike sometimes, I cook a lot more, I'm having my face resurfaced. Really, it's like a spa here.

Have I traded in friends and human connections to live with my daughters and husband in a big, fun house? Yes. Is it smart? I guess I'll see.

I blame my parents.

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