It’s been a while since I’ve written. I would really like to resurrect this blog and find a space to write and post pictures. Please let me know if you have any suggestions about what you would like to hear and see more of; I need some material and what better way to go about that than get it from my audience…if I have an audience of course…

I was born just a short 35 years ago today. Birthdays are very important to me, and I usually have some kind of moment of serious reflection when they come around. This year is strikingly different than the last 34 years. I am settling in on the other side of the country in a beautiful new home and neighborhood. I am working remotely and taking care of my son and husband. I am able to be home, something I’ve always wanted to be able to do when I had a family. I am feeling beyond lucky and extremely grateful every day. Deep down, I know that this might not be forever. Everything changes, that is the one constant in life. I wish I could freeze time for a little while here and live here and now for a very long while. Someday it will be tomorrow though, so for now I continue to wake up and gaze in astonishment across the wide ocean horizon. I will breathe deeply as I drive down the road and take in the sweet smells of the flowers and trees. Every day I will try to consciously slow down, take my time, and thank the universe for this life.

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.

We have reached Oklahoma! Can we make it to Texas? Sorry, no exciting photos from Arkansas.

Making our way to Nashville. This woman drives like a maniac by the way.

Alicia is taking her first crack at the wheel.  And don’t worry California; We are bringing the rain. 

Our first stop, best friends we are going to miss dearly, Liz and Kevin. Thank you two for hosting us for the evening. We love you.