I was the first out of bed the first morning waking up in Virginia.

Our sleeping arrangements had more or less followed a “sleep wherever there’s padding” pattern. Taylor and Arrow were curled up on opened sleeping bags, Kylee and I curled up on the couch together, and thinking about it now, I’m not sure where Archer ended up.

I woke up pleasantly uncomfortable. It was a cramped sleeping situation, but it reminded me of when all my four sisters and I would sleep on the couch together night after night. It drove our parents nuts that we insisted on living like orphaned children, but we still snuck out every night to sleep all together anyway. Waking up in Virginia cuddled up with my sister’s feet in my face felt like home again.

I was pretty excited waking up that morning to get exploring this new place. 

I yanked up the curtain blinds and to my surprise – there was a rabbit right outside the window! It was brown with a little white fluffy bottom. The squeal of surprise I had building up was shoved back down to not scare away the bunny.

Silently I reached over to shake Kylee awake. As I reached her shoulder, it occurred to me that maybe most people might not be terribly pleased to be woken up just for a bunny.

Instead, I let her sleep and quietly enjoyed the rabbit and its fluffy butt by myself.

Once the house did wake on its own, Taylor sent Kylee and me off to explore the new town while he stayed home with the littles.

We made a short (as in a few minutes) drive into town and explored the main streets, fawning over the adorableness of the country town. Everyone was SO friendly. One shop owner and I got chatting. She ended the conversation by sharing her home address with an invitation to drop by anytime and say hello. Utah is a pretty friendly place, but in the big cities, people are much more guarded about inviting strangers over. 🙂

Eventually, I had to drop my Kylee off at the airport. 😦 I stayed until she entered past security… and then called her right after. 🙂 Sure love that girl.

After sending her home, I drove straight to my school to work out some last minute paperwork. (I had skipped orientation.)

On my home, I promptly lost my wallet and am still searching for that thing.

That night we made up a makeshift dinner (as we have had regularly since staying in Canada over the summer. One day I’ll break out the crockpot.)
Taylor made some pretty divine bread. It didn’t last.

We have boxes of stuff without a place to go and boxes of stuff from the previous neighbors.

We had a mold problem that was causing some trouble. Maintenance helped us get that taken care of, but after a few days of the caulk not drying, they asked if we had a “de-humidifier.” I told them I literally had no idea what that was. So a man came lugging in this giant machine to suck the water out of the air in our apartment. 

This is the third batch that’s been dried out.

If this doesn’t scream we’re not in Utah anymore, then I don’t know what would.

We are here, and we are happy.