we've moved. to the in-laws' for the summer. (again.) (third time's a charm.) really really missing our happy valley homies. a lot. missing milo and pearl's cute friends. missing our ward. (although the relief society president was something awful. i heard she got released and actually misses her calling a lot.) missing listening to the sprinklers at night as i fall asleep. missing chelsea banging on the door until we open it, "can milo play?" missing going to the garden every day. missing sitting in the camping chairs with my sweet neighbors every afternoon. not missing the turquoise carpet. (may it rest in peace.)
now we're kicking it with the laid-back country folk. husby knows that i'm prone to loneliness- and boredom-induced-depression while he's at school all day so some days he packs us a picnic. a brown paper bag for each of us with our names in block letters. and the kids and i hike to the top of the hill and if i squint my eyes a little and listen to the birds warbling and the grasses swaying, i am almost sure we are crossing the mountains into switzerland to escape the nazis. it is a really nice little daydream.
i've grown a lot in the last year. how i know that is: we are living in the in-laws' basement, we've got at least four years of school ahead of us if we're lucky, we have very little idea of what our future holds, and we're poorer than poo. and yet life feels pretty good. i am content. it's a nice feeling.