Our New Junior Suite At 30,my husband applied to law school. This fnancial reality meant we would need to leave our beloved Manhattan apartment and move in with my parents in NewJersey. I dreaded the conversation. Just three months into retirement, my parents had fnally begun to enjoy their empty nest. I was sweating when I called and had barely begun to explain our new circumstances when my mother said,“Of course you'll stay with us." Later, my father sent an email with a floor plan. Two rooms on the second floor were highlighted as “The New Junior Suite.” -TJ Maresca