I wonder what the record is for the first return trip ‘home’ after a move?
I made it 9 days.
Gavin had his preschool field trip to his teacher’s sheep farm on Wednesday so Gavin, Tova & I dropped Ethan off at school & headed out of town so he could go.
For Gavin the trip was well timed. He’s bored & missing his friends. The trip back to see his classmates seemed to put the sparkle back in his eyes & greatly improved his mood. I think he needed to see that his friends remembered him & still liked him.
For me, it was probably too soon. I felt so sad driving down our old street & seeing our old house (which Tova excitedly pointed out). It brought tears to my eyes seeing Gavin run to his teacher & throw his arms around her. It brought more tears to my eyes to see Gavin & his buddy A~ holding hands & acting like long lost twins. I couldn’t bring myself to stop by Ethan’s school & see friends there or stop in at the neighbors for a quick visit. I ache to go ‘home’ & I think seeing all that we’re missing is just adding to my melancholy.
It was a beautiful day & here are some pictures.

Gavin & A~, Kings of the Tree House

Petting the Baby Lamb

Gavin's Class
I hope the funk clears soon. I’m getting a little tired of myself. I’ve been looking for MOPS groups or story time at the Library or some sort of playgroup in hopes of meeting a few people. I found a few leads & am hoping to try them out on Thursday. I haven’t told Gavin yet. He’ll just make me more nervous by also being nervous. Wish me luck!
K~









