Am I dreaming? Pinch me, please?
I'm exhausted. Physically, yes. Emotionally, hell yes. I fear this post will be full of tangents, so read at your own risk.....
The moving trucks arrived yesterday. Cars and boxes arrived, safe and sound. Chris and I dug through the mess of boxes to find the 'necessities' to bring down to our new place for the night. I left Lindalee with my parents for her first sleepover. It wasn't hard leaving {I think I was so excited to FINALLY be on our way} but once we got there, the pain of missing her sharing this exciting time hurt. I couldn't' stop thinking about her and how badly I wanted her with us. BUT. but. It was so special to be able to spend this time with Christian. It's easy to forget about what the kids are going through when moving. Though, it seems like everything is exciting to them, they are resilient, right? He is hurting. He misses his friends, school, home, toys, and everything else familiar. He's very excited, but very confused. This 'special' trip with mommy and daddy was a necessity. As much as I missed Lindalee, I was very happy we had this time with him.
On with the {many} happy things...
Our ride there was pretty symbolic {at least the romantic in me thinks so}. Chris, Christian and I took the 'long way' through the suburbs. The suburbs of Boston are beautiful. {I already picked out our next house, sorry, Chris}. As we approached the city, the sun was beginning to set. The sky was as orange as a pumpkin with a sunbeam shining down illuminating the fall foliage {God smiling down on us? That's what I'd like to think}. It was breathtaking. I peered out the car window by Christian and spotted a rainbow. Not any rainbow, a FULL rainbow stretching across the entire orange, autumn sky. Christian appreciated it's beauty {he's a romantic like his mommy}. Minutes after spotting it in the sky {it followed us the entire way to our new 'home'}, we got a call from our realtor. We had an official offer for our home in Charlotte {I will have to tell this story in another post. Let's just say, that night in our prayers, we thanked St. Joseph- and Chris is a believer}. This all seemed too good to be true.
We arrived at our apartment complex. Because I've been so busy thinking of all the other moving parts of this move, I don't think I've thought too much about the actual place we would be living {just a minor detail, right?}. This place is freaking amazing. What?! Pinch me please.
We explored our new pad then headed out to get some dinner. We walked across the street and ended up at Za. Great food, great drinks. I'm sure we will be there again soon. The best part is that we could stumble home if needed. This could be dangerous.
We played on the boardwalk and enjoyed the views of the Charles River and the city. Some moments I won't forget anytime soon. Christian was in heaven, running like the wind {I can't keep up with him anymore}. Definitely gets that from his Uncle Ed.
Chris was happy to find a store with some quality brews across the street from us. Again. This could be dangerous.
Christian was up at the crack of dawn. Though, not the best picture of the view, this was him in awe of all the 'fires'. He thought that all the buildings were on fire because of the vapor coming from them. I had a hard time explaining the phenomenon, we will leave that one for daddy.
My parents texted me this picture at 6:45. Lindalee was up and as happy as could be. That smile....
Daddy needed to catch up on sleep, so Christian and I ventured out to find some breakfast. We ended up on the ground floor of our complex at Voltage Coffee and Art. It was a pretty cool place. The coffee was wonderful, the atmosphere was eclectic, and the service was superb.
They thought Christian was 'cute' and gave him a hot chocolate {mean mommy would never order him one}. He loved it.
Lovely little morning with my boy.
We went "home" and I couldn't figure out how to open the door to our apartment {blonde?} and woke up Chris with my ruckus. Oops. We all got ready and headed back to Meme and Papa's to tackle more boxes and see our baby girl.
The basement is packed with the things we won't be 'needing' for the next 8 months. This is {part} of the mess we are sifting through to bring down to Boston.
Christian's new best friend, Sluggy Wuggy.
Time to watch the Red Sox {not bad timing to move to Boston} and go to bed. Chris and I head down {sans children, WHAT?!} tomorrow to get 'organized' and enjoy a night out in our new city. It's been 3.5 years. Three and one half years. It's kind of a big deal. I'm looking forward to it, but I know I'll be missing them the whole time.
Thankful for our new 'home'.
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