I take out the bucket list from my bag, and a pen. I cross off number one on the list: See the Northern Lights. While I’m at it, I cross off See a Broadway show and Gondola in Venice, Christmas Market in Prague, and Solo trip overseas. Charlie’s with me, of course, but I don’t think a five-year-old counts. The farther down the list I go, the more I realize I’ve done. Write a book is still there, but that’s underway. Live by the beach—of course. I still haven’t found a house, but that will happen at some point.
