After 18-months of sunshine and life in the Bay Area, Mr. D* accepted a job up in rain of the Pacific Northwest. We just can’t seem to stay in the same place for too long. That’s how we roll.
This time it feels like we are going home.
My favorite part of the move is that we have movers and I don’t have to pack a thing. My second favorite part is that some friends offered us their ginormous house that sits on an acre of land. Z will have room to run. A and J can ride their bikes again. Everyone is looking forward to ferry rides, old friends and island life.
The sad part is saying goodbye to some great friends and a school community that we love. J is already sad about saying goodbye to his best buddy so we’ve been getting as many sleepovers in as we can. I don’t know how we are going to find a new OT for Z. No one can compare to his Miss Karen. We have friends at church who we love and will miss tremendously. I don’t know how I will survive without Heidi, my go to BFF for last minute kid pickups and nights out at the wine bar.
Bittersweet seems to be the operative word.