We’re Home, One Week Later
January 28, 2019
I meant to write sooner, but I wasn’t quite ready to yet. We just dropped you to your first day at your new school and you went in like a champ — even easier drop off than back in San Francisco. As you instructed us, “Mommy I want you to stand right there” I knew you needed just the temporary assurance before you would be on your way and into your day.
We’ve been here a week, officially. It snowed that night. It snowed 2 days later. It’s snowing right now. I actually like the snow and I’m excited to see how much you seem to love it. The first day you wanted to walk on the snow, to touch it. You’d never seen it before so it was special in its own way.
The first week here has been a bit of an in-between state. In some ways, it’s like we were still on vacation. We didn’t have Internet at home, heck we still don’t have a home at home (our stuff arrives sometime this week if all goes well). But you were also off from school, work was light, and we had lots of time together, keeping busy adding the essentials back to our survival state.
We’ve chatted and Facetimed with so many of our friends and grandparents. Our old home lingers still in my heart, as it rightly will for the rest of my life, but I’m slowly opening to everything new. Meeting people is easiest when you’re youngest and, usually, it slows as you age. Starting new in a place can be hard, but it can also be fun. Fortunately, here everyone has been ridiculously nice.
I know I’m rambling, so I’ll give call it quits soon. I just wanted to say I love you and let you know how proud I am at how quickly you’ve adapted, even in spite of saying your new school was scary.
You’re not looking back, maybe you can’t, even. For a minute, let me envy that.