One Mile

We live one mile away from my parents. I love it. I could live this close to my parents forever. But alas, we have residency to do and family in California, so we're not so sure about where we'll end up permanently. That is, if we ever settle down anywhere. Brendon & I don't really talk about that phase of life. We used to, but it usually went something like this, "I want to live in (insert home state here)." Then we realized life has its' own way of working things out and we'll end up wherever we need to be. So we agreed to stop talking about it until it mattered. And right now it doesn't matter, so we don't talk about it.

For now, though, my parents live one mile away from my home. It is wonderful...perfect, even. My dad stops by on his way home from work to chase Henry around the couch. My mom stops by when she runs errands & we chat. We stop by their house whenever we feel the need to get out of the house or want ice cream or want company. It works out great. Perfect, even.

As we quickly approach moving time, I feel sad every time we drive away from my parents' house, realizing how much I'm going to miss this place. Not my apartment, but the close distance to my parents.

I'm going to miss so many things, like Sunday dinners & hanging out afterwards,

 random drop-ins & watching "PAPA!!!" & Henry play together, 

celebrating events/holidays with each other, 

going out to eat together, 

playing Spades, 

watching my parents interact with my children in a way that Skype won't allow them to, 

and just being together.

Living one mile away from my parents has (probably) been a once in a lifetime experience & I'm so grateful we were able to experience it. There have been no drawbacks to living so close, except for the fact that being close to my family means being far from Brendon's family. It has been wonderful having family so close. I'm going to miss it. I'm definitely going to miss it.