We finally made it home!
Just a couple days ago, we moved into our new house in Gig Harbor. This has been a long time coming and required many crash pads in between. I’m not sure that you or Matteo believe we’re staying put because we’ve “moved” so many times between our Tacoma house, the Tacoma condo rental, Grandma’s house, Chaffee’s house and Gigi’s condo.
Of course, who can complain about these last couple of weeks in Palm Springs? I’ve said it before: you swim like a fish (you prefer mermaid). You are already and somehow a faster swimmer than me and swam circles around me in the pool. We need to get you signed up for a swim team soon. It might be your sport. We also played a little tennis. I’m unsure if you’re motivated by the sport or outfits (not unlike Gigi), but we’ll probably get you swinging a racket more, too. Good thing tennis clubs usually have pools.
Now that we’re home, I can assure you that we’re done with the couch surfing because I don’t want to move us or any more couches for another 15 to 20 years. You and Matteo were incredibly resilient, often more than me or Mom, in just hanging with all of the change. You stayed motivated by planning on how to decorate your new room. You’ve drawn the room many times over and inspired by the “Fancy Nancy” books we read some nights.
The night before we got here was something like Christmas Eve. You were so excited to get here. We all were. When we made it to the house, we were able to sit back (on the floor) and relax. Because of aforementioned unwilingness to move couches again, I hired a moving company who got everything into our house in mere hours, so now we’re unpacking for what appears to be weeks to put the our lives back together.
We’re going to have a lot of fun here, and we’ll get to documenting it as soon as I can find my camera in one of these dozens of bags and boxes.
Love, Dad