CAMUS

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, in me, an invincible summer."

- Albert Camus

Today is moving day.

IV crawled in with me at 5:39 AM.

"Mama, why are we moving to a new house?"

These things are hard to explain to small people. I explained that we found a house that was mama and IV and Eli's alone, no one else's, and that it was special and very good for us.

"And we will be able to buy a block truck, right?" he inquired.

"Yes, of course, a new block truck for the new house."

I can't help but be a little sad. A little wistful that we won't be staying with this home, a place I thought would be ours for a long time.

The new house...is precious. It feels tiny, although it is not. It feels quaint and caring and fits us in the right places I think. The stairwell is narrow and steep. There are nooks and crannies and a black and white tile kitchen and a spare room that I insist on making a spare room because I anticipate my Grace and my parents and my friends to need a place to stay; and that place is my home.

We are looking for a name for the new house, pictures to come. I always loved Bermuda shutters. I always loved double front doors. In fact, I always wanted a red front door. It is the perfect interior shade of Tiffany blue, light, airy, what I refer to as "Coastal Neutral."

Let's do this. Invincible.