Northern California at Last, and We're Number 5!

It's been two weeks now since we officially moved to Woodland, and in with my parents in their home. Kirk started work right away and is adjusting to being in more of a prison setting than he had in his last position. I have the month off and don't have to start at the university until January 4th. I had intended to spend this month lounging in my pajamas, reading a pluthera of books, making soup, idling my time away. My intention hasn't quite worked out as planned! I have been running around trying to complete all the necessary paperwork for the transfer to the university, trying to collect documents to get our pre-approval for a home loan, going to the local food co-op several times a week (I have an obsession with health food stores) and just feeling kind of rushed.

I realized that I feel pretty pressured to find a house soon. The next steps in our adoption rely on us buying a home. I know on a deep level that this will all work out, and that I just have to wait for the right house to come on the market, but I feel impatient and anxious. The buying of this home is bigger than it seems. We are trying to take into account school systems, whether there are children on the block, enough space for however many children we decide to have and the family we want to come visit. It feels like a really, really big process. Overarching all of the logistics, is a longing for the referral to happen soon, and at the same time, an anxiety that it can't happen too soon or we won't have our house and we'll have to move down on the waitlist.

Everywhere I go in Woodland, I try to picture our daughter there. I imagine what it will be like for her to grow up in this place. I like the values of the people around me; I like living in a small town. People seem much more patient here. Everyone knows everyone. I want our daughter to have the continual and constant support of a community. It feels good to be here.