100 Days, Day 012
Missing our home.
We moved here in March, three days after my birthday.
A little over a month later the baby was born, and we had moved because of that. At the time we had no idea how things would work with the whole pandemic situation, and felt safer moving out of the city and into the big house in the suburbs, with more people to help out during the first months of her life.
We have enjoyed, very much, the extra room, the garden, and specially the help. We don't have to worry about laundry, or cooking, we can take care of the baby 100% of the time.
But maybe it's time to go. We went to town this week, visited our place, and felt a bit homesick.
And both of us talked about the quietness we felt, even though it's a lot less quiet downtown when compared to the place we are now.
Maybe another week, but moving time is close. We will be on our own, but that's what this is all about. And, truthfully, help is never far, should we need it.
We're lucky and feel very thankful.