in this house

It's been 4 days since we moved and honestly, there hasn't been much excitement, except in the "I'm so excited..." sentence that's uttered when I talk about this house with friends. I feel like I'm talking in the third person; not in a "yes, she's finally rounded the bend" way, but talking about emotions that I'm not experiencing because it feels so much like home here, that it doesn't feel new, it just feels like its always been this.


Which is admittedly, a little awkward. We're still up to our ears in boxes and I'm just tired enough to get nothing done each day. Miss A is my excuse, camp starts next week and the girl needs entertaining, and at the very least fresh air. 


Tomorrow there's a big BBQ block party in the neighborhood and we're invited. As a shy person, I'm a bit anxious about meeting everyone in the neighborhood and look forward to hiding behind my cameras a bit, until it's wine o'clock and I find liquid courage. 


All kidding aside, we've experienced a warm welcome here and our little family is relieved to have landed in a place that nurtures each of us equally.


And I'm looking forward to next week when my girl begins day camp and I can get something done.