For a person who has spent most of her life in the middle of things–a middle child, who moved from the Midwest to the MidAtlantic, and now is a contributing member of the middle class in her mid-20s–life has seemed less about the middle and more about beginnings and endings lately. I haven’t blogged about it much (read: at all), as I feel it’s hard to do justice to four years of friendship, house sharing, laughter, cat fights, road trips, dance parties, and tears. To talk about the dissolution of my Second Family would be to acknowledge that it’s happening, that an era is over. I much prefer to focus on what lies ahead–the new house, new people, new neighborhood. For the three of us it all began once upon a time in the middle of the last summer Olympic Games and I can only hope it ends happily ever after whevever life may take us.