I still can't believe I live in California. Ten minutes from the ocean. Ten minutes from San Francisco. I can't believe I've been here for six months. Someone told me that time stands still here. Because there aren't any seasons. I get it. It feels like spring time. Like we just skipped winter. It's odd. I'm still adjusting to it all. Moving across the country. Being a stay at home mom.
I feel like I'm on an extended vacation. I'm starting to miss my friends and family a bit. I'm a planner and I feel good when I have some things on the books. We have the whole demolition of our new house coming up so that's exciting. But I like to have trips planned and purchased. Dates when I know that I'm going to see my family or friends. I have nothing planned. So I've been pestering my family. Course, the whole demolition of our house is going to happen in the next week or two so it's really not a good time to have a lot of visitors. Hopefully living without a kitchen for a few months will keep me busy and I won't miss my family so much.