We are down to the last SEVEN days of living in TinyTown. And they will undoubtedly be very busy. The week so far has been busy. It’s only Tuesday. I’m trying to organize and get together everything that needs to be in the car, instead of on the moving truck. Things like; School Records – we have a meeting with the new school just days after we arrive in Seattle. I have no idea if our things will be in our house (knowing our luck, the movers will pick the day we go to the school as the day they want to move everything in), and who knows which box anything will be in. Despite their ‘good’ intentions, I often find items like spatulas…
While there was never much doubt, this weekend’s dinner reiterated that TinyTown would never be a place I’d call home. It’s not the first time we’ve felt the ‘outsider’ vibe, it’s happened quite a bit to me. This past Friday night it morphed into something we all felt, and while the kids don’t know what to label that feeling, Papa and I do. Outsider: One who is excluded from a party, association, or set. One who is isolated or detached from the activities or concerns of his or her own community. When we entered the restaurant, there were several other tables full of people enjoying a nice dinner. Ragetti’s is not a fancy Italian restaurant by any stretch of the imagination, but it does have pretty…
