View From Our Living Room Window

 Evelyn made an interesting comment this afternoon.  She said “This feels like home already.  California is already just a memory.”  When she said that, I knew exactly what she meant.  Though I have been much more house-bound than her (due to the broken ankle and crutches), living here just seems “normal.”  We went through the expected issues of setting up the electrical bill, telephones, TV, etc that come with any move to a new neighborhood.  We had a washing machine break, and got it repaired. 

No drama though.  We simply went somewhere and did it (“we” in this case mostly means “Evelyn”…).  Service people arrived for their appointments on time, were professional, and got their jobs done with the minimum of fuss.

I’m sure it helps a lot that we spent 3 months here last year.  We now live pretty much in the center of the region we walked extensively back then.  As a result, the neighborhoods are familiar, we already know the streets, how to direct taxis to our destination, etc.

In short:  We feel like we have returned home, rather than embarked on a new adventure.  That is a nice, comfortable way to spend our time… ☺