I
feel like we are on vacation. But we can’t go home. It has been all of 4
days since we arrived in the Bay area, and while we are all doing well,
we are in this weird state of limbo while we wait to move into our new
home.
I
will backtrack a bit.... Leaving on Saturday was hard. Really hard. A
lot of tears. But we made it to CA in one piece- even with what felt
like 32 bags (all underweight, by the way!!).
We got to our temporary
condo and crashed. Sunday we went to visit the house. Now, for those of
you who don’t know, Jeff rented this house without me seeing it. There
was a considerable amount of stress on both our parts to see if I would
find the place acceptable! It is a good house- great location, plenty of
space. But it is outdated and pretty beat up. Wandering through, I was
reminded of the condition of my Boston apartments- really old kitchen
cabinets, sketchy bathtub, questionable appliances. The plan is a good
steam clean and a coat of paint. Add in our stuff, some rugs, and some
personality, and I think it will work just fine.
Jeff
headed off to work on the bus on Monday morning, leaving E and I
to entertain ourselves on a rainy day. We have done just fine finding
things to do- there is plenty around here to keep us busy for months. As
we explore, I am realizing how different life here is from our very
small little town of Norfolk. Four lane roads through residential areas,
strip malls and plazas pop up everywhere, teeny tiny little yards and
one story homes, palm trees, etc, etc, etc. We are basically living in
urban sprawl after spending years in the suburbs. On the upside,
everything is really close!
Our
cars and belongings will supposedly arrive sometime next week- ending
this vacation with no end. The longer we are here, the less foreign
everything seems, so hopefully having a real home base will ease the
transition even more. Of course, once the stuff arrives, it becomes VERY
real that we aren’t going back to our beautiful house with the big
beautiful yard. Sigh.... the fun continues!!
