Okay, so clearly I’ve lost the time and the will to blog. I’ve been updating my status on Facebook–that’s about as close to blogging as I can get these days.*

And now Waylon is waking up from a nap, so this has to be quick…

We’re not moving to SF.

We’re not moving to East Coast City.

We’re moving to HomeState, to my old Hometown.

Yes, we are. You heard me.

Why?

Because we can rent a LOT more house for about a quarter of what we’re used to paying. Because we can live this year on my fellowship, and GB doesn’t need to work (or can pick up contract jobs in one of the nearby Big Cities). Which means GB can spend this year taking care of Waylon full-time, and I can write and not have to try to find a way to finish my diss with Waylon on my lap, and we both get to spend this amazing, unrepeatable first year of Waylon’s life with him.

And honestly, that sounds like heaven. And I don’t care what city I’m in while we do that. And Hometown has some of my oldest and closest friends, and lots of other little ones in the mix, and my mom and sister and nephew less than three hours away. And Skycat and the Yogini are there, and they’re Waylon’s godparents, and I want them to spend this year with him, too. And all the Hometown women–Waylon will get a year of both parents, grandma, and lots and lots of aunts and uncles.

We can’t believe how much our ideas of what will make us happy have changed.

It feels like a good move.

Gratuitous baby picture (this is what he wore to the wedding in SF last weekend…will he hate us or love us for this in 20 years?):

*If you’re on Facebook and haven’t friended me already, feel free….you can email me at polyopia.blog at gmail if you’re a blogfriend of mine and want to be a Facebook friend but don’t know my real name.

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