Life is upside down: our older daughter, Freddie, is back home from Ohio; our younger daughter, Willa, is on the road. Willa started by trekking out to Ohio with Freddie, but quickly split for Toronto to visit friends. She’s now west of Chicago, heading for Utah’s Great Salt Desert and then to San Francisco. And me? I’ve been anxious as all get out about Willa’s cross-country trip (we’re talking nights without sleep). Technology to the rescue: Willa arranged for me to track her travels through icloud.com and her texts. The surprise is that it’s turning out to be cool armchair traveling. Especially because Willa sounds happier than she has since, oh, ninth grade.
Our house is quiet. Freddie is working at Brooklyn Pantry, catering to celebs like the Gyllenhaals — and when I’m home, she’s usually on the job. My husband Rick and I are — yes, for me this is strange — relaxing. Although I’m secretly considering a road trip of our own.
This NYC rainbow augurs well: