I'm sitting in our new living room with a purring kitten on my lap. There is now (sort of) time to reflect. We went to Canada last weekend for the wedding of Sara's cousin Angie. On Monday we moved, and that day and the next few are kind of a blur of aural skills hearings, final classes, unpacking, continued packing and cleaning of old apartments, and just general insanity. Yesterday I finally had a pretty free day, so Sara and I dug up and (re-)planted the garden in the morning and I baked bread in the afternoon.

I have to admit, when we first moved in, it was a little disappointing to be reminded of the warped floors, poorly laid-out bathroom, and too-small closets. But a day or two ago amidst all the unpacking we finally started catching glimpses of how nice it will be in here once all these boxes are gone. We're still getting there--but it's really nice to have a house, a porch, a garden, a big kitchen! Normal life won't resume for another week and a half, but it'll be nice.

Things are coming together, despite the third defection from our string quartet coming exactly one week before they're supposed to play. In a week I'll be Mr. Sara Bakker!