We returned to Colorado at the beginning of August. I felt giddy as we landed in Denver and caught our first glimpse of the Front Range. I entered our house with trepidation given that other people have been living in it for seven months (everything is fine). We shared joyful reunions with our family and friends. But mostly, I felt incredibly calm and so very happy to be home.
The irony is that we continued our nomadic existence for the first three weeks we were home. We immediately started a number of home improvement projects (repainting the inside of the house and installing wood floors in rooms that previously had carpet), which means we have actually only spent two weeks in the house. We've bounced around between my parent's house, hotels, and our dear friends (thank you, thank you). I traded in my suitcase for some reusable grocery totes and selected a few items of clothing from our basement because I can't stomach my travel wardrobe anymore, but truthfully August left me feeling even more scattered than I did during our last month of travel. I have been a literal bag lady with my things in, like, eight different totes and four locations (our house, either of our cars, our friends' house).
I can now see the light at the end of the tunnel. Blythe has started school and seems to enjoy it. I have unpacked most of my things as well as Blythe's, and Rob and I have set up the living room, dining room, and playroom. We have a list of home improvement projects a mile long, but we tackle a few each day and it's quite satisfying to see things come together. I've returned to my favorite workout class and community. I've been seeing friends and enjoying the flexility of not working (for now). The hardest thing for all of us has been Blythe's sleep (or lack thereof), which is worse now than it ever was on the road, which is hard to believe. She is fighting bedtime, waking in the night, and refusing to nap (except at school, where she naps occasionally.... of course). It's been an exercise in incredible patience, at which I have failed over and over. I have to remind myself of all the changes going on in her life and that this phase will pass, but that can be difficult at 3 AM after many nights in a row with interrupted sleep. I never thought I'd have to re-sleep train an almost three-year-old.
All of this said, being back in Denver is wonderful. Over the weekend, we sat out on our front porch with Forest and had a drink while Blythe ran up and down the sidewalk and we chatted with neighbors who walked by. We are now set up with a comfortable bike seat for Blythe and we've been riding in the neighborhood and doing drop off and pick up at school by bike. I met up with a friend at the Union Station Farmer's Market and our kids splashed in the fountains. The rhythm or our daily life has returned and it feels right. It's so good to be home.