Last week, we moved to a place with an elevation of 7000 feet. Seeing as I’ve lived more or less precisely at sea level (and within a stone’s throw of the ocean) for the past 10 years…this is weird for me.
Even harder than getting used to the altitude, though, is getting used to the idea that we no longer live in our tiny corner of California. It still doesn’t feel like we really left. I’m in denial. We lived in an amazing place, and I’m not sure we’ll ever be so lucky again. We had the best neighbors, the best friends, the best weather, the best local parks….It was too perfect.
BRB, crying my eyes out…
Anyway. We’ve moved into the Rocky Mountains with my parents for a short time. Our family was one of many affected by the Dreamworks studio closure and layoffs earlier this year. Luckily the hubs had signed a time-based contract that the company is obligated to pay out, which has been great. Losing your job one month before a new baby is born is already stressful enough – it’s been nice to have that financial buffer to lessen our worries a little.
So far 2015 has been….nuts (if I’m using my nice words). Layoffs + new baby + postpartum hormonal loveliness + worst/best month long vacation ever (more on that later) + huge unexpected move = NOT MY FAVE. But I have hope it’ll just get better from here ❤