8:58am in palm desert. Driving to Dana point. My daughter is excited to see me. She has an appointment to get an electronic fixed. Then she is going to hook up with friends late. I will be the chaperone.
Strange feelings. Dana point was home for nine years. I moved there in April of 2012. My wife and daughter followed later. They moved from Utah in august of that year. I picked the city we would live in. I found the apartment. Our marriage was strained but we were making it work. My daughter was about to turn four.
Now Dana point is their home. I don’t have a place to stay. The apartment we lived in for five and half years is gone. The street I lived on for nine years is no longer my neighborhood.
I will sleep on their couch as a guest.
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