disconnect

All the relatives have cleared out, the kids are asleep, and I'm listening to the once-familiar nighttime noises of my mother's house as I websurf.

I'm still in shock, really. I can't believe we're actually here. For so many weeks I was in "hope for the best, expect the worst" mode that I had nearly convinced myself that we wouldn't be coming. And yet, here we are.

The kids are already acclimated to most things, falling easily into last summer's patterns. Why did we move here? DS2 asked this evening as we drove to the supermarket. The other two deftly handled that question, explaining we're not living here forever, just for the summer. But DS2 definitely has the sense that this is "home," now, which is, in essence, true.

Between cell phones and emails, DH is able to keep up with all our adventures. I am missing him dreadfully, but I won't wish away these next few weeks until he gets here -- the days will fly by even without me wishing for it. We're off to a good start today.