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.