We're In

We moved to the new house (that's "moo-moo" if you're Henry) last Monday and we're still trying to get rooms set up. I thought we lived pretty simply, and in fact we gave away lots of items prior to moving (including large items like a treadmill and a kitchen table) but we still have crap everywhere. I'm really feeling the urge to purge (naturally after we paid to have everything moved). For now, though, we're in survival mode, just trying to get things put away in the right general area.

We've discovered lots of fun things about the new place, too, like the fact that both toilets leak and need to be replaced. It's probably just as well since they're both really old and most likely use lots of water. But it's one more expense on top of others that we can barely afford after moving to a much pricier end of town.

The good news is that I am loving our new neighborhood. Although I'm currently listening to the wind howl in the chimney and waiting for the blizzard that's supposed to hit tonight, on Wednesday Henry and I took a huge walk in near-springtime weather. It was so great to see all the nice, normal, friendly people out, and walking down streets filled with gorgeous old half-million dollar homes wasn't bad, either. (For the record, our home is on the modest end of town.)

On Thursday Henry and I went to the library and there were lots of parents there with their kids for storytime. Henry had a blast flirting with another little girl, sitting at the kid-sized tables and trying to carry around a crate filled with board books.

There's no way to say this without sounding like a snob, but this area is filled with nice people. Educated people. Well-dressed people. People who enjoy their children. People who care about the environment. People who don't see Iraq as being linked to 9-11. People who introduce themselves to the new neighbors.

And really, that's all I ever wanted.