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We did it- we’re all moved in and slept in the house for the first time. The farmhouse feel held up at night. Our bed looks out two larger windows where you can just barely see the orange street light through the trees. Otherwise it’s incredibly dark with a cacophony of crickets and cicadas all around. We can’t figure out why there would be so many bugs just a half mile from where we were, (most likely from the river) - but we love it. As long as we don’t see any of them, such as the 6” slug on the side of the house last night. We finally made it to bed around 2 am, torn between excitement and wanting to stay up and talk about the newness of it all, but also exhausted and fighting off sleep. As we lay there taking it all in, we also picked out the sound of the train on the tracks just on the other side of the river. I don’t know what it is about trains, but I love them, and love that we can hear it from the house. Although I am struggling with the change, and miss the organization and familiarity of the old place, at the same time I love the change- on a quiet tucked away street, just far enough away to feel new yet still close enough to walk or ride to all the places that make our neighborhood feel like home.

Many many thanks go out to John, Billy, Jason, Duffy and Kiesha for all their help- we absolutely couldn’t have done it without them. I’m going to attempt to get the place put together tonight, then maybe get some pictures up (if we can find the cords to download them). The dining room is going to serve as our temporary living room until we get the trim stripped and floors redone, but even without the living room we still have a lot more space than we did. Chloe is still adjusting to the change. She follows us from room to room and every time we leave she wants to come with us. It’s funny because I kept expecting that when we slept there the first time, then it would sink in- but it largely still hasn’t yet. Now I’m thinking it’ll be when we can’t go back to the apartment. For now the old apartment is serving as Clint’s studio for the three posters he has to (somehow) print before we leave. I’d imagine that means he’ll be up between now and when we’re on the plane, but it wouldn’t be vacation if he didn’t have a near impossible to do list before we went.