We have a new home. There are moments of terror and moments of wonder and all things in between… but the walls that felt so strange just a week ago are beginning to feel more and more like our own. And the possibilities are hard to deny.
First things first, did you know that if by some chance — and you might need this, so I hope you’re taking notes — an ant colony sets up shop in your mailbox, you can just leave the door wide open and they’ll evacuate like the San Andreas is about to bust?
… okay that’s not a very funny joke for a kid who grew up in Oregon with tsunami nightmares, but seriously. I’m not sure how — or if — Mark knew, but just a day after leaving the door ajar, whether because we were both too scared to touch it again or we really did have some semblance of a plan, the whole mess moved out and they haven’t been back.
… of course I’m trying not to think of where they might’ve gone.
Did you also know that attics are scary? I just thought I might mention it, since as of today, neither Mark nor I has ventured into ours.
… I’m also trying not to think about that.
… and the beautiful garden she left behind — one we never would’ve had the time to plant ourselves, with so much already on our plate — might just be my favorite thing about our new home.
We already have every herb under the sun sprouting up, so happy to have a good bed of soil and just the right amount of sun. And soon we’ll have carrots, radishes, peppers, tomatoes, eggplant, squash, and so much more to enjoy.
I’m looking forward to tasting, smelling, picking, tending, and learning all summer long as we continue to settle into this new place and this new little home.
… who knows, now that the ants are all taken care of we might even wander upstairs.