New Home Again, New Home Again

Moving house is never that fun. It's less fun with a baby who enjoys having a semblance of a routine. Or at least a nice chunk of nudie time in the morning followed by a couple hours of intermittant cuddles. Parents stuffing boxes, cleaning, and dragging around furniture doesn't really fit well into that type of schedule.

But at long last here we are. A new home. No pics yet as I have no idea where my shampoo is let alone camera. But I do have a desk. And a plan. Trying to work from home as much as possible. Nick and I have made a commitment to not send Jarah to daycare for his first year. This is not a commitment that I plan on taking lightly. The odd sitter for a couple of hours is fine. I really don't know how the year is going to play out. But I steadfastly refuse to work to pay someone else to raise my child.

I don't mean to sound judgemental. Many women and men makes choices different to this. Many are for darn good reasons. But I am entitled to have my own darn good reasons. So will be reporting back soon on how I am going to be setting up shop now that I only have one more week of Family Leave.

Right now I am going to smell the cedar on the wall in this new place. Listen to neighbors laughing up the street in the garage. The sound of baby breathing on the monitor as our bedroom and living room are no longer essentially the same room. There is a dog barking. We don't live on a lush hillside in a green valley anymore. We live in a busy, westside local community where there is an old japanese man who waters his beans and lettuce every evening as the sun goes down. There are cars in the other neighbors yard that don't work. People sit in their garages on Saturday nights and tell stories.

It will be different. But I think we will have some good times here.