Our apartment is starting to look like a home now. Most of the major stuff has been unpacked, and the only boxes that remain are either in storage, or are stacked up in the spare bedroom and closets. A lot of it we won’t unpack because we won’t need whatever they contain within the next 6 months. I take Eva for a walk around the complex at least once a day, and try to pick up the mail (none has been delivered yet). I wear Amanda in the wrap, and sometimes only the top of her head sticks out, like a spiky little scrub brush. Her hair is starting to look red in the sunlight, while her eyes are still gray-blue. It was sunny today, so I let Eva run around in the common grassy area with a ball, and she really enjoyed it. But we had to watch out for the many piles of dog doo that certain neighbors neglected to pick up. Ick!
I’ve been doing a lot of internet research, trying to find out what’s available in the neighborhood. The nearest bank, library, etc. I’ve also been looking for local playgroups or mommy groups, and hope to meet some mom friends soon. I’ve been watching the local news as often as I can to learn about the local happenings and issues. In San Diego, local news means just the cities or nearby counties like LA or Riverside. Up here, local news means the entire state! And the local NorthWest Cable News Channel actually covers all of Washington, Oregon and Idaho. I guess that’s how it works in areas with lower populations.
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