Our move is bittersweet. The kids are old enough to be leaving good friends behind. The last play dates with each friend has been difficult, especially for our six-year-old. And yet, heading west again has been something I've looked forward to since we moved to Virginia. Don't get me wrong--there are many wonderful things about living where we do. But three and a half years later it still just don't feel like home to me. And so our drive west next week is something I look forward to with a happy heart. It's not Washington, but it's closer. The Pacific Ocean. The mountains. Cooler weather. A slightly less harried pace. (And, I hate to say it--fewer bugs.) I hope the children fall in love with the western states, but they don't know California; they don't even really remember living in Washington.
It will be an adventure.
I will not be posting much about food or anything else until we arrive in California, but I hope to upload some snapshots of our trip along the way. We'll be passing through the painted desert, and hopefully up the Pacific Coast Highway--in my humble opinion, two of the most beautiful stretches of road in the country. (Of course there are many, but the desert is incredibly dramatic.)