Slept the first night in the new apartment. Mom's best friend is staying with her.
In the twilight between sleep and awake the same confusing thoughts: In what bed am I, who is sleeping next to me, what country are we in, who is alive who is dead?
This thought is the only solace: I'll figure it out tomorrow.
On the upside: New school is a 1-minute walk from apt. Much appreciated by mother and child alike.
Now: unpacking, organizing, writing lists.
