When we moved from St. Louis to Charlottesville almost a year ago, everyone worried about the boy. He’s a teenager, and was in the middle of his sophomore year when the moving van arrived for our stuff. School and social re-integration weighed heavily on our minds.

But the girl? Nobody worried about the girl. She’s so darn outgoing and was, after all, a third grader where life is totally fluid.

So here we are, 49 weeks later and THIS is how they’re doing:

The boy: straight As with the recent progress report AND gainfully employed by a major national retailer making more than minimum; less than living, wage. He looks awesome in his red shirt and khakis.

The girl: TODAY, given a LEAD part in the school play! As a fourth grader in elementary school, this is a real coup. She’ll be singing and delivering lines as Sacajawea (do you KNOW how many alternate spellings there are for this?).

We’re very excited for both of them and relieved, Oh. So. Relieved. As we discovered, and you may already know, moving kids across the country has to be one of the more stress-inducing endeavors, ever.

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