His First Word Not Containing a Driving Direction

We pull up to the apartment about a half hour later. I shut my Mac Book with a small click that echoes in the silence of the car.

“Wow.” Says Marx, his first word not containing a driving direction in the last six hours.

The apartment is on a beautiful avenue lined with leafy trees and flower boxes. It’s tall and brick, with a two cute little green doors in the front. There’s a park bench outside, and a deli down the street, and a used bookstore across the way- in short, it’s amazing.

“Dad! Oh my God!” Ember snaps the silence with her screechy voice, whipping her toes out of my lap and tumbling out of the car. She slams the door behind her and her voice echoes again from outside. “This is SO COOL!"

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