A week in Washington
We've been here for about a week and a half, so we've had a little time to soak up our new surroundings.
Everything is green, the roads are open, the traffic is significantly less of a deal. We have cloudy days and rainy days and perfectly sunny days. There's a pizza place about ten minutes away that makes a mean specialty pizza and a coffee place close by that knows their way around an almond milk latte.
It's quiet here, for the most part. The people are friendly. The dudes have man buns. Our adjustment so far has been fairly seamless. It feels like we're home, like we made the right choice.
Of course this doesn't mean nostalgia hasn't hit us a time or two. We miss our favorite San Diego cafe who will forever make the best gluten-free breakfast and lunch food I've had. We miss the beloved church that sat right up the road from us - the church that felt like home.
But that's a part of the moving package, right? You miss things, and find new things to love. That's the stage we're in right now. Thankfully, I've got a Target right up the road that is willing to sell me all sorts of candles, and twinkly lights, and all things Threshhold to help make this place a home.