Greg had to travel this week, so I’ve been solo with Des. He started preschool on Monday which gives me a little time to work before I have to go back and get him. I haven’t been able to do any cleanup or unpacking though.

Des still seems stressed and sensitive. I know he’ll eventually get used to it, so I’m just trying to be patient since I know he must still be confused. When I took him to school this morning, I had a flashback to his previous teachers in New Hampshire, and how hard it was to say goodbye.

I am so happy we live here though, and not just for the killer sunsets. When I drive through my neighborhood, it’s quiet, calm, welcoming. I’ve met my neighbors and it feels safe here. Maybe it’s just a perception, but I’m not worried to be here alone, and that is crucial.