I'm too tired to do this justice right now, but this: My sister and her family are going to have to move away from here. I'm sad and angry about the situation. I feel duped by the universe. Like, I know I still know I'm in the right place, but I feel like I was led here under false pretenses. Like I wouldn't have had the courage to move here, if I hadn't had all the happy dreams about stuff I would be doing with my sister and her family, here, in the decades to come, but now that's all swept away before we can even get our feet under us. I'm trying to be strong and steady and easy about it. But I'm sad.