Home

So, we're here. In La Jolla.

And even though we had to get rid of an entire garage full of clothes, books, CDs, furniture and backyard toys, even though we're living in a place that's under 1,000 square feet, even though we have to drive through the notorious traffic, we are pretty much loving it so far.

Our second morning here, Ella woke up and walked into the living room, which faces east and gets really pretty morning light. She sat on the couch and said, "let's never leave."

Another night, we got in our new Radio Flyer wagon (with seats!) (thanks Grandma) and walked to dinner, the girls singing songs and watching the sun set along the way. We've been counting the days for tomorrow's farmer's market so we can fill the place with fresh flowers and fruit and vegetables.

Because Matt and I have had the week off, it sort of feels like we're on vacation. We've been walking around discovering new restaurants and shops. Switching over to a new cable company and having no clue where the channels are adds to the novelty of it all.

I know we did this for the school, but it seems like the move is saving our sanity.

We moved into our old house because of the furloughs. It was a perfectly good place but we went into it feeling a bit defeated and it never really felt like it was ours. "The apartment," as Marina calls it, is much, much smaller but perhaps because we did it on our terms, it automatically feels like home.