Twenty two days.
That's how long we've lived here.
I'm sure at some point we will start measuring it in weeks and months-kind of like measuring an infants age.
Eventually we will struggle to remember the details.
"Remember when we moved across country in 2012? It was in the summer right? May or was it June?"
Big Yankee remarked that he feels like we are on vacation.
The kids are out of school and I've been attending work trainings sporadically.
We aren't over scheduled or tied down by commitments.
It feels a bit like living in a hotel.
This house is much newer than the one we left --by six to ten years.
It is much smaller too-about half the size and a single story.
Many of our belongings didn't make it here yet which adds to the "hotel" like feeling.
There are always clean towels.
They aren't any playdates or ball practices.
No swimming lessons or birthday parties to attend.
No running into anyone we know at the library programs or the park down the street.
Our doorbell and phones aren't ringing.
We may be isolated but our family is together again.
And that is what's most important right now.