The house is in our favorite neighborhood, West Ghent -- the last house on the most picturesque little street that dead-ends into a little creek and a bird sanctuary. We've got four bedrooms...enough for Mils and Si to share one (their hearts are still set on 'funk-beds'), plus a nursery and a guest room. It's a crazy house, built in the 70's or 80's by an artist who fancied himself an architect (or maybe it was the other way around) and it's in GREAT shape. It's less than a mile from the happenin' downtown area of Ghent, about 2.5 miles from the kids' likely preschool and about a 7 mile commute to the base for Christopher. Word is that we're just miles from the zoo, the downtown waterfront area of Norfolk and the Chrysler Art Museum (yeah, I can really see myself hitting that one alone with a newborn and two other kids, but I guess I can dream...). Yeah, God came through big for us.
In just-as-important and exciting news, the preschool search was a total success. We visited three schools and loved them all. We were in a tough spot trying to decide whether or not to put Millie in another pre-k classroom versus a kindergarten class (her birthday is October 25, so she misses the public-school cutoff by just weeks). We are leaning towards the pre-k option for her, only because we got such a great feeling about the staff and teachers and curriculum at our favorite school. Simon will be in school with her, either two or three days a week. They are both so excited about this.
The singular hiccup here is our potential two weeks of homelessness. The house won't be ready for us by the time we need to be out of Charlottesville, so we're exploring lots of options to make that time less "living out of our car" and more "big time summer adventure". Something will work out. As I've learned once again, it always does.
