I am writing today, August 29, to start bringing this blog back to life to chronicle the next adventure: life in Kansas. I have been MIA for 2 months, and now you will see why.
We left Germany 2 months ago, which in reality feels like about 2 years. Our carseats were lost then found. Jet lag was awful. Seeing friends and being back in Boston was great. Elsa ate 4 bowls of Cheerios in our first 8 hours back in the country. Clara got sick, and we spent the 4th of July in the ER to get diagnosed with pink eye. She got better, I got pink eye. We spent 7 beautiful days of homelessness renting a cottage on Cape Cod, soaking up the ocean before moving to landlocked Kansas.
In the span of 7 days, Clara got 4 new teeth, started crawling, waving, pointing, signing, and feeding herself.
We stayed with friends. Elsa spent half the night throwing up the night before I started a new job. I started a new job. 3 days later we loaded a truck. We left Boston with everything we own, for the first time in 8 years. I forgot to say goodbye until we had already passed Fenway, and then I wanted to cry. But I was driving. We stopped in upstate NY, then on to Erie, PA . . .
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to New Buffalo, MI . . .
. . . to Milwaukee, where we blew a tire and got two new ones (why not blow a tire while we're at it?), and finally to Minnesota, where we stayed in one place for 6 whole days before we made the inevitable trip to Kansas. As we drove to our new town, we were passed by a truck full of pigs and all I could see were 5 snouts sticking out through the bars of the trailer. I wanted to turn around. When we crawled into our own bed the night we moved in, we realized that our new house was the 12th place we had stayed in the month of July. Elsa asked, "How many nights are we staying in this house Mommy?"
And here we are, in Kansas.
