My dad is, to say the least, a very charismatic person. He had been married a grand total of three times before my mother came along, and still gets heads turning. He’s an award-winning architect who hates technology and can only cook one meal. He is also the reason we’re moving- he finally decided to quit his job in Memphis and start his own firm here in Chicago. He’s excited about it-Mom’s excited about it (so many new things to try)-Ember’s excited (it’s not like she had any friends that she’s not taking with her)-Marx is excited (“YEILD!”)- Christian is excited (because Dad is)- and Annemarie probably doesn’t even know.

I’m the only one dreading the change.