It’s been a little over three weeks since we moved into our new house in Washington. Every day I pinch myself because it all seems slightly unreal. When we started house hunting, I knew that when we walked into OUR house, I would just know, and that’s what happened back in December – the minute we saw this house, I knew it was our house, and I feel incredibly fortunate to be here. Not only is it a roomy, well-loved, well-tended house, it’s on an acre of
When we started house hunting, I knew that when we walked into OUR house, I would just know, and that’s what happened back in December – the minute we saw this house, I knew it was our house, and I feel incredibly fortunate to be here. Not only is it a roomy, well-loved, well-tended house, it’s on an acre of beautiful, landscaped land with roses, cedar trees, two apple trees, two pear trees, a plum tree, a cherry tree, two varieties of grapes, 65 blueberry bushes, and all kinds of other plants and trees that I have not yet identified. There is a fire pit in the back (where we’ve already made s’mores), the covered porch that runs along the front of the house that I’ve lusted after for years, and so much room for the kids and Scout to run and play. We are in a small town, just enough removed from the rat race, but not completely out in the sticks. There is one elementary school, one middle school, and one high school. There are a gas station and a little market in the heart of town with a lunch/ice cream counter. The closest grocery store is five miles away. It’s gorgeous here, and the people are very friendly and nice. A neighbor brought us cookies the other day to welcome us to the neighborhood.
The kids are enjoying their new surroundings, too. Joey is back in public high school – it’s a small school with about 650 students – in the theater program there, and making new friends. I found a nice ballet studio about 25 minutes away, so Daisy is back in dance three days a week and enjoying the smaller classes than the studio she was with in SoCal. The property directly behind us has stables and offers riding lessons, so Annabelle literally just slips through the back fence to take riding lessons.
As for me, I’ve been very busy unpacking, putting away, and making the house our home. I’m also trying to start a book club because I need community.
It’s all a dream come true.
But I worry. On some level, it seems too good to be true. Part of me is waiting for something terrible to happen to shatter this slice of heaven. Michael’s health? One of the kids? Me? I try to not let the worry eat at me, but it’s always lurking.
And it’s all juxtaposed with what’s happening to the country under Trump. Every day I am newly aghast at what the White House is doing and saying. Every day, the feeling of foreboding grows.