New Horizons

We are here.
Jersey.
Settling in is going slowly but, it is going.
Even the beauty of the shore and a new life on the ocean can not erase the homesickness we are feeling for old familiar places.
But we are charging ahead. Unpacking. Arranging. Re-organizing.

Today is Father's Day. Yes it is. I wish I could say that Les got a day that he deserves, full of surprises and nice things, a present or two. But well... it's just more unpacking and breaking down boxes for him. He knows that we love him. He knows that we appreciate him. He also knows that if we have to live in a hovel of boxes and mess for too long that things will get ugly, so for now we will work.

Ev is holding on. She has made a few, seemingly, offhanded remarks about feeling homesick and afraid. She is a tough cookie though, she says these things in a busy moment because she doesn't want too much attention paid to the matter but she wants me to know where she is. We try our best to make her feel safe and secure, to talk to her about it all, as much as she will let us anyway. She'll be ok.

Liam is Liam. He hasn't missed a nap or a night's sleep. He is just rolling with the punches. He loves the floors of the new house, vast expanses of Pergo that he walks about on, all Imperial and slap footy. He loves his new room and his new toddler bed.

The cat is the cat too. He did pretty well. He complained loudly for a bit on the second day of car travel. There have been 2 freakouts over the movers and the internet guy but he recovered quickly and is just being Billy.

Michal and Les are tired, have sore backs, sore feet (see that bit about the Pergo), and a bit overwhelmed by all of the belongings you can accumulate in 17 years of
marriage. So far we like the area, love the neighborhood and are looking forward to jumping into life here on The Jersey Shore. (No. Not THAT Jersey shore. A different Jersey Shore. Our Jersey Shore.)