Both Chris and I were a little shell-shocked and a lot disappointed. We had left a pretty good life on the other side of the country with certain expectations and those expectations weren't being met. I started to wonder if I shouldn't have taken that job at The New School, if we shouldn't have given the nursery school lottery a try, if we shouldn't have moved a little farther out in Queens or taken a look at Jersey.
But it was too late. We had said our goodbyes and committed ourselves to giving the turtle a taste of the childhoods we adored; childhoods full of grandparents, and cousins, and T-ball, and dance recitals, and neighborhood barbecues. So, we had to take a deep breath-and a few months to regroup; to think through what we really wanted. And then we discovered Northeast Denver.
Truthfully it's where we had been all along. Where my folks live. Where new rooftops were going up every week. Where we were buying local produce at the neighborhood grocery store. It just wasn't where we thought we'd end up. It wasn't the original plan. But the community started to unveil itself. And we slowly began to fall in love.
So here we are six months in and it looks like this is where we'll make our home. It's where the turtle will learn to ride a bike, go to school, drive a car. It's where he'll likely say, "I love you" (and really thinks he means it) for the first time. Where he'll experience his first heartache. Fail his first test. Break his first curfew. Score his first goal. Run his first mile. Earn his first A. And I am so anxious, and joyous and terrified of the all the things to come.
Today we went back to that original "dream home" -and realized it was no longer the dream. The dream has been re-imagined.