Mea culpa for not writing sooner. I let the fact that I literally have 500 photos to fix up and upload stop me from writing about my move. It went well.

Driving across country on (or near) Route 66 was interesting. There’s sadly not much left of this historic road and its attractions. But what pleasure I had coming across a giant indian or fun motel sign! And I’ve got the photos to prove it. I’ll have to break my trip down in a few posts to share with you in the next few weeks, so be patient.

California is wonderful. It’s so beautiful here. San Diego is covered with mountains, and just walking through my neighborhood, suddenly I’ll be at a vista of valleys and peaks, and it just seems so dang wonderful. It’s chillier than I expected (mornings about 45 or 50 degrees) but from what the locals say, they don’t expect it to be this cold either.

Our house is beautiful, and has a magical garden full of hummingbirds. And a mama hummingbird on a nest.

Max is adjusting nicely to his French language school, and is really taking to the language. He’s also taken to piano, of which we have one in our rent house. Bonus!

The boys and I are adjusting to being a family together. No more cramming in quality time over three days. We’re in it together forever.

And I’m sick. Have a cold. Lovely. Stay tuned for more snippets from Life in California.