Undisclosed Destination

Elvis has left the armpit... That is what my FB post read to a select few as we sat in an airport waiting for a connecting flight. My new post would read "Elvis has left the right armpit for the left one" had I known at the time what our undisclosed destination looked like.
Leaving was a bitch, and involved the help of a few GREAT friends (you know who you are) that helped with places to stay, airline miles, food, and huge amounts of support all while staying very quiet about our plans. I will never be able to thank them enough for the help they provided in helping us leave.
Did I leave with my tail between my legs? No. My head is held high knowing that I did the absolute best I could for the people I care about and once there was nothing more I could do, I left. I left before something even worse than what already had, happened to the one person I care the most about. I dare anyone to try and tell me now that I am selfish or don't care about my kid. Unless you have personally gone through the horror movie like type shit that we just went through, you have no ground on which to base your judgement on.
Am I sad? Of course. That was our home for a long time. We miss having a home now. We miss being able to wash clothes every day, and the mangoes. and Lucy and her puppies. Certain things and people I can't even think about without tearing up. But life moves on, and slowly but surely we will too.