Our new house is so lovely that I have almost already forgotten how painful the move was last week. And though the house is, as I say, lovely, what really makes where we live so unusually delightful are the grounds. Our house sits with 3 others on a bit over an acre of land that is bound on one side by a meandering creek and on the other by the skeleton of a long-abandoned greenhouse. There are redwood trees, cedar trees, cherry blossoms, a man-made pond. The front deck is spacious and open, and the French doors that lead to it mean that, at least in the dry season, it’s a whole other room. In fact, our daughter has already eaten two almond-butter-and-jam sandwiches out there on our picnic table, as well as experienced the magic of Paas Easter Egg dye.
Being tucked away here in the trees, it’s still a bit disconcerting to venture outside our tall wooden fence and down our little dead-end street where the most urban of settings imaginable can be found. I know one day, hopefully soon, I’ll get used to the louder cars, more abundant trash, and general “foreign-ness” of our new neighborhood. I would like it to become just that, our neighborhood, eventually. I look forward to this becoming our home, in addition to being where our lovely house is.
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