Not Us. Not Now

Where were they going? And why were they leaving? No one really knew the answer to either question. And there were more. Questions. And kids. Leaving. And with each departure came a slightly different story: A “vision quest” for one. An escape from the broken pieces was another starting point. A walk away from what was increasingly meaning less and less. Where they were going was not as important as what they were leaving. Another mass eFlag from desperate parents out to the hinterlands of cyber roads—to a place with infinite byways, electronic gas stops, crossroads, with eThumbs hitching some kind of ride out of town, out of bounds, out of sorts. Gone. And a parent wondering still where are they going? And why?

We gave them everything. 

Not us. Not now.