Starting Week 2

Today was the start of our second week in California. I'm still not oriented to Pacific time. The days seem to simultaneously fly and stretch a lot longer than before, especially in the evenings as we enjoy the cooler air and watch the sun slowly wane. My sense of time is completely off. Life feels like it's been going in s l o w motion and I'm in my own world...

I have so much catching up to do. I set a lofty goal of tackling my inboxes today in between accepting mattress deliveries, a trip to Target for yet more We Needs, unpacking, and attempting to bring organization to the chaos strewn about on two floors of living space. 

I didn't answer a single email or do any catching up. I just took care of what was for today and I'm lying on our new bed reminding myself that it just has to be enough. I'm just one person with three kids trying to navigate the shifting. I didn't mop the floor either like I wanted to. Or put away our clothes-they're all still in totes and suitcases. The playroom is an explosion of toy chaos. I did manage to water the yard & garden, taking a needed second look to inventory what's actually growing there

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I finished unpacking the kitchen and moving boxes to the garage. Put up some curtains. We all ate. The boys beds still aren't put together (long story, thanks IKEA) but hopefully tomorrow the assembly crew will make it happen.

Hula hooped in the yard because it's been too long and the evening breeze was vibratory.

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Visited w/ Lynda. The boys played nonstop allllllll day. Our mattress was delivered and it's hella comfortable. Sat in the driveway watching color show off in the sky. 

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Yes, it IS enough. We had a full day. I'm grateful for what lies in front of us here. I'll catch up on emails, texts, and work once The Move and its process is no longer pressing, stressful, and all consuming. Until then, I'll take the time to languish in the NorCal breeze we've already become addicted to and breathe deep. 

I'm still reserving judgement but the belief that we're going to do well here is slowly easing its way into my bones and resting in the marrow. It leaves me hopeful. 

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