The Last Opportunity to Shop at Trader Joe's...
August 2nd & August 3rd:
August 4th:
August 5th:
August 6th:
Our last stay in a motel/hotel has come and we packed our bags, I folded the boys blankets, loaded up the car and entered the restaurant across the parking lot from our motel. This would also conclude our final continental breakfast. It is bittersweet this whole long strange trip coming to an end, the adventure and escape from "normal" life was exhilarating. Yet mile after mile and hour after hour makes you somewhat long for something normal. "Normal" was grocery shopping at Trader Joe's. Since our car was seriously already loaded I had to limit myself to necessities and of course nothing perishable.
Highway 299 through the forested foothills of Northern California certainly is windy (a funny English word - here I mean curvy, not blustery), beautiful and like many roads we encountered - delayed by summer construction. It took much longer than the map or gps boasted. We enjoyed the ride and enjoyed the smell of the forest, the roadside porta-potty near a river rafting outrigger, sunshine and the realization we are on our way to our new temporary home - Eureka.
Now I have to confess that I had butterflies, anxiety and a little nausea as we crept closer and closer. When my eyes layed upon my new community I was aghast. Though Brian told me it was small - I guess I just didn't imagine small town small. Our temporary quarters are beautiful, we are the first people to live in the unit. Which is terrifying since it is furnished for professional adults - not a family with two young boys. The city of Eureka is a treasure trove of Victorian houses. Some modest and others that would make the houses on Queen Anne Hill of Seattle blush. Maybe someday I'll start a photo log of them.
We have arrived and now must begin to start our new lives here. We must find a home to rent, a church to call home, a homeschool group for fellowship and playmates, an AWANA club, a dojo, etc. , etc.
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Highway 299 through the forested foothills of Northern California certainly is windy (a funny English word - here I mean curvy, not blustery), beautiful and like many roads we encountered - delayed by summer construction. It took much longer than the map or gps boasted. We enjoyed the ride and enjoyed the smell of the forest, the roadside porta-potty near a river rafting outrigger, sunshine and the realization we are on our way to our new temporary home - Eureka.
Now I have to confess that I had butterflies, anxiety and a little nausea as we crept closer and closer. When my eyes layed upon my new community I was aghast. Though Brian told me it was small - I guess I just didn't imagine small town small. Our temporary quarters are beautiful, we are the first people to live in the unit. Which is terrifying since it is furnished for professional adults - not a family with two young boys. The city of Eureka is a treasure trove of Victorian houses. Some modest and others that would make the houses on Queen Anne Hill of Seattle blush. Maybe someday I'll start a photo log of them.
We have arrived and now must begin to start our new lives here. We must find a home to rent, a church to call home, a homeschool group for fellowship and playmates, an AWANA club, a dojo, etc. , etc.
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August 2nd & August 3rd:
August 4th:
August 5th:
August 6th:
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