Dazed and downcast, I sit on a box the movers set down at my new apartment. One of them tells me, “Why are you so sad? Your life’s just beginning! I’m divorced, and my life is the happiest ever. Yours will be, too.” I wonder if he is on crack. Happiest ever? I will never be happy again. I’m also upset that the movers know too much … Continue reading the story "Moving Out, Moving On"