When you move somewhere new, it changes you. And I feel like a snowman that is slowly starting to melt into a more mellow version of me. Hustle culture, people call it these days. After living in cities for 18 years, I thought hustle was simply my nature. But then I moved here and it felt like slamming on the brakes.

I knew things had seemed off between them. But when we sat at their kitchen table, my then husband and I, the news that our good friends were divorcing was still met with disbelief. I felt a tightening in my throat, a rush of heat to my sinuses, constriction of my jaw, the rapid blinking of my eyes in an attempt to redirect my tears. But why? But how? But you're sitting right here together. Can't you work it out?