Grown Ups

We moved to Connecticut at the end of August and we've been unpacking and getting settled. Part of me feels like we've been here a long time already. Part of me feels a little lost. A few mornings I have woken up, seen dense green trees outside the windows and have had to pause and think, where am I? While there are some elements of city life I miss and it is a bit of a culture shock to be living in "the country " ;) I am grateful to be here. It feels right. And New Canaan is starting to feel like home. I have been loving our house and space, being outside and getting fresh air. We've been grilling and eating dinner al fresco every night, going for swims and making smores with the girls. And there is so much more on my CT to do list.

It doesn't feel completely foreign to be out in the suburbs. We got the hang of burbs life when we hunkered down at my in-laws house this Spring, and we rented a house in the Hamptons last summer which felt a little bit like playing house. The strange, surprising thing about the move has been the actual purchasing of the house. It feels "grown up." To me, buying a house feels more adult than having two kids. Being a homeowner is the first life event that feels truly mature. When we started house hunting I learned about everything from interest rates to septic tanks (welcome to CT). I started obsessing about mud rooms and paint colors. All very "grown up."

Recently I was texting with some girlfriends about feeling like grown ups. My one friend was concerned about being too old to wear jean shorts. We're in our thirties. Are jean shorts for twenty-somethings and younger? No way. I'm wearing denim cutoffs as I write this. Jean shorts are forever. And even though I'm now a homeowner in the burbs, I feel like I have so much more growing to do. Or shall I say, evolving. I'm a grown up now.

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