I haven’t decided if it is better to leave or to be left. Last Friday we were heading home to finish off our trip to New Orleans. I was sitting in our car with Cheryl and Beth, the engine running, everything packed in, mentally preparing to pull out of our parking spot in my sister’s building for one last time. It was a sad moment. Travel can be a bit of an ordeal, but it is a distraction. In that sense, leaving seems to be made easier by the distraction of the task at hand. When you are playing host, and subsequently being left, all you have to look forward to is going back to your normal routine – not nearly so distracting.