Alex didn't get home tonight until after 7:00. He'd spent the day mowing lawns and chopping down trees (for fun) at the house of the grandparent's of the friends who live across the street from his dad's house. These are the same girls who used to live next door to us before our house got foreclosed and Dave moved in with his mom. When I expressed my surprise that Genoa had gone too, even though it was overnight (and holy shit! she did it!), Patrick asked me how long Genoa has known that family because clearly she feels comfortable enough with them.
I realized she's known them her whole life. We moved here when she was a year old and Sydney already lived next door. They are as good as family. And sleepovers work because all the kids get to sleep together.
After a week of (mostly) easy nights sleeping at my house, Genoa decided to stay with her dad tonight, but she came in and gave me hugs and kisses when he dropped off Alex. We compared nail glitter and made plans to spend my next day off together just the two of us. Alex ran upstairs to check on his computer and then helped me make banana bread while we watched Last Man on Earth (or something like that? I'm new to this TV shit). Tomorrow morning I'll wake him up at 7:00. I'll pack his lunch and I'll make him breakfast and then half an hour later, I'll walk him to the front door in my bathrobe, kiss him good bye and wave at him as he walks to the bus that takes him to middle school.
No defrosting the car.
No rushing to get myself ready for work.
No driving over bridges or across state lines.
No sitting in traffic for an hour trying to get to the gym.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HOW THE REST OF YOU LIVE.
I moved back to the suburbs of Vancouvria exactly nine days ago and I haven't had to fill Lola up yet. Dave is four minutes away, Genoa's school is five, work is farther than it used to be (20 minutes instead of 15), but it no longer involves a draw bridge. I rode my bike to Costco on Monday. My bike! To COSTCO! (The bike rack situation here is abysmal, but apparently I'm the only one who rides a bike anyway, so there's no U-Lock competition for the handicapped parking signs.)
To say that I'm experiencing ALL OF THE FEELS would be an understatement. (Most of them amazing and happy, others strangely nostalgic, some even lonely.) One of the big changes I'm adjusting to is time. I used to spend HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS on the road when I lived in Portland. Now I get all of that time back. I feel like I won the lottery. I have so much to say about how I got (back) here, but I also have extra time to say it. So expect to see more writing from me. I know I do.