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We are between here and there and everywhere and you are still going to your old school while we try to adjust to our new surroundings that aren't so far from our old surroundings, just...different. And not different in a bad way, actually different in a very good way, in a way where I have to pinch myself from time to time that we have had the good fortune (knock on wood) to have been able to make the change from life long apartment dwellers to house renters; which, as you know, is not actually owning a house, but that's OK because we still live in a neighborhood where children leave their bikes in our driveway and the sound of skates and skateboards bounce off the walls through open windows on any given Saturday. A place where we aren't bound by the rules of apartment homes, we can wash our car in the driveway and hook up the speakers and watch Transformers at ridiculous volumes because there are no terms in our lease that say we can't. In fact, signing the lease felt more like a handshake than a sterile business transaction. It is a place that the owner lived in and loved and it brings a warmth to the space that wraps around my shoulders and pulls me in. I haven't slept as well as I've been sleeping in this new place in a very, very long time and the same goes for you. I put you to bed at night, you roll to your side and that's how I find you when I kiss your cheek in the morning before I go to work; all snuggled up with 10,000 animals surrounding you, your arms around your favorites: Beary and Monkey. I've asked a lot of you, I've asked for a lot of changes with this move, and you, my boy, my son-shine, have accepted these changes with only whimpers of objection.

But we're still transient and even though I'm sleeping oh-so-well, I'm exhausted and probably will be for a while as I adjust to the new routine. So basically, what I'm trying to say is that my meager drawings will have to do, because the part of my brain that allows me to focus has gone on hiatus for a while.