First impressions of temporary housing

Our digs are pretty nice – it’s clean and bright and fit all of us comfortably. Don’t get me wrong – we will absolutely get cabin fever if we have to spend rainy weekend days cooped up in this space, but it’s definitely workable.

It’s really close to work for Kenny and school for the kids.

There’s a Starbucks and Walgreens right across the street.

It has a little deck, and a garage.

Gavin’s first reaction: “Whoa! Check out these palace tables! Do you like these palace tables, dad?” There are round, glass top tables. He apparently finds them *quite* fancy. Grace was just excited to have a room AND a big girl bed.

The kind folks at SuiteAmerica had a few welcome gifts for the kids – that was such a nice touch.

But my very favorite part is that Gavin gets lost. Everytime he goes to his room. Still. We’re two days in.

Monday, we were asking him to put things in his room and he’d literally open every single door. (And, since this is a one-floor condo, there are quite a lot. Eight, to be exact.) Yesterday I told him to go to his room for a rest. I was cleaning up in the kitchen. When I went to tuck him in, I couldn’t find him. He was in our walk-in closet, sitting on the floor. He wasn’t really fazed by the fact that that was not his room. He was resting. Tonight, I asked him to take his sneakers to his room. He stood at the split at the end of the hallway – clearly pondering what way to go. He went left. Wrong! His room is on the right. It’s so funny. This is not a guy for change!


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