By the time this year’s cicadas have vanished from the Connecticut landscape, I could be halfway to Oregon, where my middle daughter lives in a floating home with her wife and their two dogs — a shepherd the size of a wolf and a tiny Chihuahua — and a colorful beta fish named Sailor.
Or I could be halfway back to Connecticut.
That’s how fluid and casual things will be in my newly nomadic #vanlife.
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Letters from Away 