My brain has chewed on this decision for long enough without coming to any conclusion. "I need to stop thinking about this for awhile, so I can make a decision," I say to Katie as we're standing in the subway station.
"See, I can't stop thinking about something until I make a decision," Katie says thoughtfully.
The lights of a train coming around the corner light up the tracks, followed by the roar as the train itself pulls in and grinds to a stop, while on the other side of the platform, a maintenance train, diesel engine chugging away, slowly crawls through the station without stopping.
One year ago: She Didn't Even Know He Was Gone
Two years ago: You've Been Warned
Three years ago: FaceTime Isn't for the Weak
Four years ago: You Kiss Your Toddler With That Mouth?