Amy moved to a group home on Saturday, December 12. After a week of much back and forth communication with Amy and her caregivers, it looks like Amy is doing well. She preferred staying there for the weekend rather than coming home for a couple of days. I know that is a good sign. I felt a little tug as she told me she didn't want to come home, but my overall feeling was a sigh of relief over her choice.
It is Saturday afternoon and I have plans with a friend for dinner at a new local "wine bar". When she called to invite me, I got that first feeling of freedom with no thought of childcare, so to speak. That felt new--and good.
