On Settling, The Post about How It's Going
How is it going in Idaho? How are we are settling in?
The first 2-3 months here I'd say it felt like an extended stay at an Air B & B. One with fantastic accommodations and an epic view, I might add, but I'd say it didn't really feel like home. It felt like a vacation. A few reasons came into play for that conclusion, the first being that it was summer the first three months we were here, so anything NEW felt exciting and momentous and Summer Bucket List worthy.
For example...
Taking a drive to the grocery store felt like an adventure, not an arduous task.
Farmer's Markets came across as an epicurean day dream, not a weekly routine to purchase necessary produce.
Laundry was put off until absolutely necessary. Oh... wait. That's just life.
We've had a healthy amount of guests with us since our arrival in Eagle, Idaho, five months ago. Our daily life hasn't exactly resembled an actual daily life. Many mornings I'm cooking for 10 or 12. Most dinners are for 15 or 17, sometimes 20, maybe 35. We LOVE hosting, so the numbers aren't an issue, but daily life has looked a little differently than I expected.
And then. One day. I took Ben to the orthodontist.
No one goes to the orthodontist on vacation.
The dentist, maybe in an emergency (ahem... BRITTANY LOZANO), but ortho? Nope. That's straight daily life right there.
I think the trip to the orthodontist made everything feel more REAL. Like, OH, we do LIFE here, real. The kind of real where braces need tightening, and neighbors text about coyotes in the pastures, and tires need air, and Bob stops by to see how the sprinklers are working and if we've found the well filter.
That's real here.
We beat the clock to get to the bus stop. We carpool with kids down Eagle Rd. We run errands, and return library books. We borrow a lime from Kay, and pick up a couple things from WinCo for Jen since we're out.
I wore a beanie, because I NEEDED to. So there's that.
We are figuring out what life is here.
And the trees are settling into the most insane shades of gorgeous I've ever seen. It's like I'm living in a Thomas Kinkade painting, circa 1970. Everywhere it's burnt-orange, rust-red, mustard-yellow. It's breath taking. Fall here is worth muddling through the haze and view-clogging smoke of late summer.
Mia got an award at school.
Addie is running in a 5k next weekend.
Ben's soccer team is #1 in their league.
I had a birthday.
Life is moving along.
And we are settling.
Before we moved I was talking with a pastor from Compass, Aliso Viejo. I was telling him and his wife I thought this move was "it". Here is what God had planned for us. Here is what He had prepared us for.
The pastor smiled, and in true Cortés fashion said, "Burn the ships, you're all in."
And that perfectly explains us here. Sweet memories of there, of course. But we're all in here.
Burn the ships.
For example...
Taking a drive to the grocery store felt like an adventure, not an arduous task.
Farmer's Markets came across as an epicurean day dream, not a weekly routine to purchase necessary produce.
Laundry was put off until absolutely necessary. Oh... wait. That's just life.
We've had a healthy amount of guests with us since our arrival in Eagle, Idaho, five months ago. Our daily life hasn't exactly resembled an actual daily life. Many mornings I'm cooking for 10 or 12. Most dinners are for 15 or 17, sometimes 20, maybe 35. We LOVE hosting, so the numbers aren't an issue, but daily life has looked a little differently than I expected.
And then. One day. I took Ben to the orthodontist.
No one goes to the orthodontist on vacation.
The dentist, maybe in an emergency (ahem... BRITTANY LOZANO), but ortho? Nope. That's straight daily life right there.
I think the trip to the orthodontist made everything feel more REAL. Like, OH, we do LIFE here, real. The kind of real where braces need tightening, and neighbors text about coyotes in the pastures, and tires need air, and Bob stops by to see how the sprinklers are working and if we've found the well filter.
That's real here.
We beat the clock to get to the bus stop. We carpool with kids down Eagle Rd. We run errands, and return library books. We borrow a lime from Kay, and pick up a couple things from WinCo for Jen since we're out.
I wore a beanie, because I NEEDED to. So there's that.
We are figuring out what life is here.
And the trees are settling into the most insane shades of gorgeous I've ever seen. It's like I'm living in a Thomas Kinkade painting, circa 1970. Everywhere it's burnt-orange, rust-red, mustard-yellow. It's breath taking. Fall here is worth muddling through the haze and view-clogging smoke of late summer.
Mia got an award at school.
Addie is running in a 5k next weekend.
Ben's soccer team is #1 in their league.
I had a birthday.
Life is moving along.
And we are settling.
Before we moved I was talking with a pastor from Compass, Aliso Viejo. I was telling him and his wife I thought this move was "it". Here is what God had planned for us. Here is what He had prepared us for.
The pastor smiled, and in true Cortés fashion said, "Burn the ships, you're all in."
And that perfectly explains us here. Sweet memories of there, of course. But we're all in here.
Burn the ships.
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