I was ready to abandon the blog, leave it to the spammers and forget it ever existed. But what the heck-- even if I am only writing to the silent space that is the internet, I might as well keep writing.

We are knee deep in work, packing, babies. Who said one is like none, two is like ten in reference to kids? Maybe they were right. Obviously Iris's needs are basic at this point, but she is another person with demands and stuff which makes things in our house just that much more complicated. Still, so far things have been easier than I thought they would be with two little ones. We all went to the mall today, ate dinner, and survived. One point for the parents.

I am very, very sad to be leaving Wilmore but also very excited to be moving to Dayton. Who'd a thunk, right? Alan just rolled his eyes when I told him this, but there is an H & M-- an actual H & M-- in Dayton! I think I had to spend time in the middle of Kentucky for a place like Dayton to feel like a cosmopolitan mecca (the people I know from NJ and WA are gagging as they read this, I know).

So I soothe myself with thoughts of shopping, mass transportation, and Vietnamese food when the reality of saying goodbye to friends creeps up on me. It feels a bit better knowing no one we befriended was meant to stay here, and neither were we. It is late, I know I'm rambling, but thought I should take a stab at blogging again before I lost my nerve.