Down the rabbit hole

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning”
―Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

The night before we left for Halifax I finally cried. So much had happened since Parker took the job and I really wasn’t able to process the concept of leaving San Diego. I was too busy having a baby, wrapping up a trimester teaching middle school, running my girls to Nutcracker performances and celebrating the holidays to let it sink in. In an attempt to feel better, I began scrolling through my Facebook photos but then I panicked because I couldn’t remember where 15 years of my life had gone. I spent the next hour or so reliving every picture I had posted and crying.

What followed the next morning was a long trek to Halifax stalled by bad weather, a canceled flight, four hours of sleep in a Toronto hotel, a flight to New Brunswick and then finally onto Nova Scotia.  It would take two days for our luggage to find us, but we had made it and were settled into our temporary housing.

Currently, we live in a building called Bishop’s Landing which is located on the Halifax Waterfront. We have a beautiful view of the harbour and we live above some wonderful restaurants and stores, including a great beer and wine shop :).

Highlights of our first days:

  • Flying in a private jet (Elsa and Sophie said the bathroom was amazing…they also saw a double rainbow out the plane window)
  • Watching fireworks outside our front window on New Year’s Eve
  • Slime making
  • Hunkering down for our first big winter storm
  • Starting homeschool

 

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