So, yes, our family made it safely to Washington almost two weeks ago. We rolled into town just as the fireworks for the Fourth of July started going off, and it felt like the state was welcoming us with gusto. (And added the much-appreciated side effect of lighting up the heavily-treed highway that was tough to navigate…but the cats weren’t big fans of the fireworks and may have peed…a lot…in their carriers.)
We signed the papers for our Washington home the next morning and officially had the keys by lunch. My aunt made a beeline for us and helped us unload our truck and trailer, and our ward helped us finish the huge task later that evening. We’ve been screeching, “Where is the [insert a million different items here]?!?!” ever since.
Where we’re living is *lovely.* It’s a little removed from Suburbia-proper, but only by a little bit, so running to the grocery store/Costco/Home Depot takes minutes, and the drive is lush and green and has a crazy spectacular view of Mt. Rainier the entire way. Sometimes I have to sit and wait for the dairy’s cows to cross the road to get to their next milking, and there’s rivers, and hydrangea, and four different types of purple or pink flowers in bloom by the roadsides right now (Fireweed, Sweet Pea, Foxglove, and a plant that looks like Butterfly Bush) and I just…get so happy to see familiar plants again. I figured out plants in Utah, but these are what I grew up with and can name without thinking because my dad taught them to me when I was in preschool.
We’ve had family over TWICE in one week for dinner, which is crazy amazing and as fun as you’d expect, and we get to attend a family wedding this weekend because we don’t live fourteen hours away anymore.
The house is bigger than our last house, which I’m loving a lot–six people in our old house got old about six years ago, so the extra space is much-appreciated by all of our family’s members. Unfortunately, though, this house is painted in a very warm and earthy color palette, and I lean toward the cool and ocean-inspired color palette. And the ceilings are painted the same color as the walls…the same, sand-brown light-absorbing color…even the twenty-feet-up ceilings in the front room. Yep, I gotta paint ’em all…and that sand-brown color is just dark enough to warrant two coats of primer every. time.
So I’m busy for the rest of the month, and probably for most of August as well.
But it’s OK, because at the end of all the painting my kids will all have bedrooms with fully-finished walls painted the colors of their choosing, and everything will be just as lovely inside as it is outside.
We went and got our library cards today, which really does make you feel like you truly “belong” in your town. And I forgot to turn on Google Maps for the drive home, but it didn’t matter because I got home just fine, with no special mental gymnastics. I pulled up to this house in this new state without help, and my kids clambered out of the van like they always do, helped by dumping our purchases onto the kitchen table before running off to binge-read their library books like they always do, and in that moment it was clear: This house in Washington is now our home.
Probably still a bit of time before Happy Crafting Times can recommence, but with each newly-unpacked box and newly-painted wall, I’m getting closer to reopening the fun conversations I get to have with my crafty friends! I’ve missed you!