grey-bike.jpgplayground-downtown2.jpgplayground-downtown.jpgmycah-bike-1.jpgWOW…what an adventure. Mycah and I arrived at 11:45 on Tuesday. By noon on Friday I had unloaded all but 2 boxes in the kitchen (the junk drawers) and 2 boxes of misc clothes for me and Henry. I’ve been to Target four times, the grocery twice and two different Paneras! I have to say this little city is a lot bigger than I thought. There are 30,000 students at the University!
Grey loves her little school. There are about 250 children grades k-6 in the school. Needless to say, the teachers know your name after the first day, the principal and secretary do as well. The older children have vaious responsibilities that include helping the Kindergarten kids. They preach community building and certainly seem to back that up with action. I could not be happier with the school!
Mycah started school on Wednesday. She went for about three hours, increased to 5 on Thursday and about six on Thursday. She’s adapting well. She has a great teacher and the facility is amazing. They are a regional daycare and just came to Iowa City two years ago. They are in a brand new, customized space and have the coolest playground. They are in the downtown area so the playground is on that rebound turf stuff and is behind 8ft tall sections of metal that has stamped out shapes in it. This makes the playgound seem like a little hide-a-way.
The apartment is shaping up. Everything is in its home now. We bought 5 shelving units from Target to put our books and TV on. It really makes the place look more like home. Mycah keeps calling the living room our library,since it looks like our old library a little with all of the books. Grey was very happy when I got everything unpacked and situated. She really seemed to calm down.
Well, I guess I should leave you with some pictures of the area. I’ll write more later. The apple cobbler I just made is calling my name! After all of the walking I’ve done, I don’t have to feel too bad about it!
Well, Henry and Grey made it. Grey goes into the new apartment and starts looking for ceiling fans (not really needed in Iowa, but a must have in TN), can’t find the furniture and opens the fridge to find there is nothing it it. She was appalled. Henry had to explain that I am bringing the furniture and they will go stock the pantry. They took a nap and Grey woke him up by sitting up and puking all over the place. I think two days of travel, stress, junk food and no sis and no momma is a little more than her system could take.
Only 5 days, one moving van, 11 millon boxes and 567 miles until we get there….HANG ON GREY, Momma’s coming!
Henry and Grey left today. Mycah and I are roaming around the house, looking at the mess wondering when the faeries come to pack up. The U-Haul rental did not mention the use of faeries; I’m hoping they are a freebie with the contract. I am procrastinating. It’s funny, I’m sooo excited about the move…but I’m so afraid. I generally don’t have trouble finding my way or making new friends or at least acquaintances, but I’m afraid that I’ll never have a group of friends like those that I have here. I know…it’s just two years, but I think this is the end of an era. I was adopted into a group of friends in the ‘Boro like none I have ever had before. It’s funny that I know that if I need help, an excuse to have a drink, a shoulder to cry on or some one to totally understand life with family and work and all the other stuff; I know there’s someone to call.. I don’t know how I got so lucky and I don’t know how to get lucky like that again.Things are changing so much, Lori’s in Georgia, with family soon to follow; Wendy’s splitting up with her husband; Dollie’s going back to school in a field that will most probably cause them to move. Supper club disbanded (at least formally) a year ago and we’re scattering to the wind. The thing is, all of the se changes will be good for each family, will give each what they need to grow and move, but I still seem to feel a little blue. I stopped by the Knaughty Knitter on Sunday. I’ve made some friends there. I didn’t get to hang out that much, but every time I did I was welcomed with open arms. There’s a knitting store in Iowa City that everyone has raved about, but I’m afraid it will take me two years to feel at home there and then we will be gone. I didn’t mean this post to be such a downer. I’m sure it’s just the stress talking to me.
Becca, my sis, was here about one month ago. She crochets some. So, I bought her a crochet magazine, a hook and let her shop in my stash. Harmless enough…right? Well, I took her to the Knaughty Knitter along with our other sis, Ali. She felt up all the yarn, bought some, looked at the patterns, knitting samples, my stuff, etc. I had taught her the knit stitch a year or so ago…last time she was home. I think it stuck this time. Now she’s seen the light, the variety of patterns, the “good” yarn, the shaping, non-doily looking garments to be made…lace. She’s hooked! She called today to brag about her stash addition and to show me over the Internet what she got. I’m so bad, it’s an expensive hobby. It’s time consuming. You get lost in it. But, it’s so good. Now to turn my fiendish knitting attention to Ali!