navigating a new kind of heartbreak from moving

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  1. And when the kids look across the street and ask when you will all be back from your “trip” to Vancouver, my heart breaks too. And like rubbing salt in a wound, I have to explain to them again, that you have moved, that you no longer live across the street. You’ve left a large a hole in our daily lives. We miss you already.

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