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A Journey in Pictures

I feel like I have so much to write about, yet absolutely nothing at all. So much has happened over the course of the past month that its almost too much to digest, almost too much to explain. People ask me "have you moved in? how are things?" and I pause almost imperceptibly to make sure the dams that hold in my emotions and news of changes in are steadfast.

The journey here was great. The Governor was packed into the back of my in-laws van and swept along to my parents house-where he promptly learned to swim.

Sure, he has problems putting on goggles, but don't we all?

When we went to pick him up, we stayed for a while and enjoyed things in flight.

Also some things that were a bit too distracted to engage in flight as well.

Not to mention things that didn't have any inkling towards flight, but would hopefully get there someday.

But after a long drive and some unpacking, we settled to enjoy boats floating in the water and coming to a place of rest.

And soon, we were once again back to journeys again...

Postings from a side office

The wind hits the broad sides of my house unbuffered. Last night was just like this one, with lots of cracks of thunder to rouse us from fitful sleep. I checked on the boy, who was astonishingly fast asleep. Above us right now, there is light and noise that breaks the dark. I find it hard to believe that four hours ago, I walked to the community pool to find Conan and The Gov. happily diving after plastic torpedos.

Sometimes, it feels like I'm not really here. It's like a dream. A house where the rooms are big enough to turn cartwheels. Beautiful hardwood floors that feel just right against bare morning feet. A place where I can craft away, relatively undisturbed. A cool room for Quincy to rest his head. When he stayed at Nana's house, he informed her of his "private bathroom," but he is fond of bathing in our large tub (it has jets). We still haven't bought furniture for our living room, and it is difficult to find pieces we actually like.

Work is fine, but busy. My first IM to my co-worker this morning said "omg, I'm getting slaughtered today." That was at 9:12 this morning. I am happy to be where I am. I would like to stay there.

Perfect Outside--Inside, Not So Much

His Honor and I took a short walk down to the mailbox station yesterday evening to mail 2 UPC symbols and a redemption form for one of those smartly-marketed cereal box offers. It was absolutely beautiful, and many of the neighbors were out walking dogs, taking last minute dips in the community pool, and enjoying the neighborhood. This area has a somewhat plastic-y feel, since it's newly developed and every other lawn is tended by commercial landscaping companies. Even the children are all perfect looking, with serene faces, their limbs carmel brown from a full summer of playing outside. But right now, after over 7 years of non-stop activity, I think that's what we need.

Make no mistake about it--we are still overwhelmed. I just delved into a 37 page application two days ago, for which I have many, many questions. It needs to be completed, but I struggle with exactly how it's going to get done. Why they make these things difficult, I'm not so sure. To top it off, it's become clear that we moved without much of our needed storage options-bookcases, cabinets for fine china, etc. So we have boxes and boxes of things in our garage that really have no home within our home. If I wanted to do things perfectly, I would write down distinctly what is needed, measure shelves, and purchase the relevant storage compartments as needed. Do I have the ability to be this picky? Probably not.

But I want to focus on the basics today-nice house, happier boys (all three of them-husband, child, and dog)--happier me.

Feels Like Home...Again

The movers have come and gone, depositing in our new garage box upon box filled with a mishmash of clothes, books, and other things we'd stored away and did without for the past couple of weeks--or longer in the case of items that were packed away for storage in order to prepare for showing our Virginia house. At first, it was sort of like Christmas, only the items were not brand new. I don't think The Governor has opened a couple of boxes of toys, and the day when his toy trucks that are used to unearth dirt is probably going to be a momentuous occasion in the grand scheme of things.

The sun dances across my wood floors in my morning kitchen, and while it's filled with scraps of paper, wiring, and dirty dishes, it's still beautiful to me. I enjoy the feel of the wood against the soles of my bare feet and I love the sounds of my footfalls as I root around my kitchen for a mug for coffee. I'm thinking this is a sign that I'm...home.

Move Around

Nothing like sitting in your unfinished basement on a can of concrete compound, tapping away at your husband's laptop. Of course, you know the very first thing installed in our new house had to be the cable setup (including modem). Conan's upstairs, running cable through the walls to his office, and soon we're going to hopefully have wireless access. I can sit on my bed and tap away on my own laptop, so if you see entries with long strings of gobbledy-gook or a succession of /////////////////////////////, you'll know that I typed myself to sleep. Which should of course be no surprise.

The house is great. It's totally messy right now since the movers came yesterday evening. I've got pots and pans everywhere in the kitchen, clothes on our floor, and absolutely nada in my kitchen pantry. But that's okay, because eventually things will migrate on their own to where they need to be, right?