Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Hello there, friend,

We spent part of the weekend at my in-laws' house on Lake Ontario. My husband and I wanted to get away for a while, to leave all of the home things at home and let some of the stress we've been feeling go. But it was cold and windy.

In the morning, we took the kids to the channel to throw rocks, and both of them had tears streaming down their faces from the cold wind. By afternoon, it had warmed up a bit, but we were still bundled in sweatshirts and fleeces. The overnight low was nearly freezing. We headed home the next morning.

But still, we got a break and returned home feeling a bit more normal. I let the house get messy (proof that we actually live here). I did the laundry at my leisure. I got a full night's sleep for the first time in a month. I felt the joy of returning home to this house that won't be ours in another six weeks.

I try to imagine what it will feel like to live in our new home, but I can't yet. All I know for sure is it will take a full twenty minutes less to drive to the lake house this summer. And when we detoured to show the kids where we'll be moving (because we were driving right past our new street), they oohed and ahhed at the house, asking a million questions. And I felt pretty okay about the whole thing.