Dear Alex and Avery,
Something tiny happened on Friday that feels rather monumental to me. Bank of America dictated that Daddy's cell phone can no longer be part of a family plan. And since Unilever pays for a blackberry for me, there was really no longer any reason for me to hold on to my other cell phone. Saving $50 a month? How can that be monumental, you ask?
My eyes tear up at even having to type that this means, gulp, that I will no longer have a 212 or a 917 or a 646 phone number associated with me. I am fully, gulp, 201. And every time Alex tells me how much he loves the mall (he says mawl, to my horror), I wonder if I have done the two of you a disservice by not trading palacial amounts of space and sending you out to the back yard to play without my needing to carefully watch over you for a 1000 sqft Upper East Side junior 4.
Are you going to grow up great as suburban kids? Probably? But I also know how badly I wanted to move to Manhattan and how Connecticut seemed only bourgie to me and not at all to the life I aspired to. Don't get me wrong, it's an easy and wonderful life where we are, but I do hope that the two of you will experience living in all sorts of cities around the world before you trade it all in for the 'burbs. And I hope that you two feel as anxiety ridden as I do when you have to give up the last vestiges of your city self, like giving up you 646 mobile.