Suburbs.

Well, we survived the move. Everything went smoothly, we had a lot of help from family and friends and the weather could not have been better. We are still completely overwhelmed and there are boxes everywhere, but we made it. The kids are sleeping very soundly in their new rooms and don't even seem to mind that most of their toys are still in boxes - they are just having fun exploring their new home and playing outside. The move has actually been the hardest on Molly which is completely unexpected. She's been so on edge about what was happening and where her "people" were. She slept soundly for the first time last night and seems to have adjusted to the fact that we are all in the same house again and all of our things are there. I'll feel more adjusted when the washer and dryer aren't sitting in the living room. That is our one hiccup of the move - the laundry room door is 26.25" wide and the machines are 27" wide, naturally. A contractor is coming sometime this week to hoist them through the window. Until then we keep our fingers crossed we don't run out of underwear.

I'm sure I'll use this blog for observations I've made of the suburbs in the next few weeks. We have never lived in the burbs. We both grew up in small, blue collar, middle-America type towns. We have lived in the city our whole adult lives (Chicago for me, Detroit for Jeff (minus 2 years in Erie, PA but he never saw the town outside of the confines of the medical school walls) and St. Louis for the last 7 years). Suburbs are a whole new thing for us. Observation #1 - even though the houses are much farther apart here in the burbs, the neighbors are much "closer". Everyone is all up in everyone else's business. Every one knows every thing about everyone else. Everyone is kind of "on display" for the 'hood. Well, us especially given we are 1. new and 2. without a single window treatment in the house. Here we are Glendale, see us as we are and get used to it. We are like a circus freak-show. And we are not changing for you.