Here we are in our summer cottage. I say summer cottage because it damn well is a cottage (a tiny cottage) and it is where we will hang our hats for June and July. And then we move to our 60’s ranch in the Mosquito Flats neighborhood (its nickname b/c it is right by the river). Someday we will buy a house again–a real, settle down home–but it is fine to rent for now.
I can’t say we aren’t sad that we moved DK out of her neighborhood, though. Her best friend lived right behind us and there was a new boy that she became fast friends with. She was having grand times in the neighborhood with her buddies catching worms and scooting around the block. We had no choice but to move but it still feels like bad parenting on our part. I hate to see her sad. This is a girl who cried when we traded in our Nissan Sentra. And she told me last night how much she loved her home–that townhouse. I can only hope we can make up for it with adventures and family bonding.