We’ve been in our new state, our new town, our new home for a little over three weeks. In that time, we have moved in, started summer camp, and gotten married. And we have settled in for the most part. The Boy rebelled a bit for awhile when his camp turned out not to be exactly like his usual ESY experience, but he found some activities to love, and now looks forward to it each day. I am desperately trying to find some form of employment, and unpacking and getting the house in order in the meantime, checking things off of my to-do list which has grown to several legal pad pages. I have also been battling government offices to get my name changed, and to just get a driver’s license. These things really shouldn’t be so hard when you are clearly a law-abiding citizen, but I digress…
One of the most pleasant changes in our lives has been the proximity to Grammy and Poppy. Besides being fabulous grandparents, they are also awesome parents, and great friends. It has been exceptionally nice to have a girl’s afternoon with my mom here and there, and The Boy has enjoyed hanging out at their place in the afternoons, after camp. As a former single mom who was never able to leave the house alone without the aid of a babysitter (and the requisite money involved), The Boy’s regular Saturday Night Sleepover at Grammy’s still brings tears to my eyes because I am just so grateful. Every couple needs time alone, and this weekly respite is already oh-so-special.
The flip-side of this is that there are a lot more people in our lives on a daily basis, and this has taken a bit of getting used to. We have to check with people now before we make decisions, and more compromise and flexibility are necessary every day. This isn’t a bad thing, and it isn’t unexpected, but it is an adjustment.
We miss our friends, and I miss having adults to talk to, but this is no different from any other summer, for me. I’m starting to have a hard time with not having something to do each day — I’m one of those people that needs to feel like I’m accomplishing something, and organizing my desk and hanging a few pictures just don’t qualify as “accomplishments”. I’m trying to practice patience and perseverance in the job search. Trying.
All in all, we are very happy. The Boy is counting down the days until school starts, and is very excited. I’m loving the summer sun and heat, reveling in the proximity of my loved ones, and enjoying being a newlywed.