Yesterday morning we walked along the western floodwall, with the baby in her carrier. The river was raging, so full and fast and noisy. It’s amazing how much wind and sound the floodwall blocks out. It was nice to get out and get some exercise, and also to test out how the baby would do on a short hike. I think we’re down to continue taking her on short hikes, but maybe we’ll get a better / more comfortable carrier for her.
Later she was having a nice nap in the car so we just drove around, way down Staples Mill into more rural areas. We talked a bit about what it would be like to live in the country some day, and the idea is not unpleasant to either of us. We just detest long commutes. But generally we have the same philosophy: we’d live in the city or the country, but not the sprawly in-between. I love Church Hill and would have a difficult time leaving it, and yet I would love to have a massive rose garden again.
The family is doing an Outer Banks vacation again this year, and I’m really excited about it. I haven’t been on a family beach vacation in five years! It seems wrong. It feels wrong. And everything in me has been craving the smell of salty air for many months now. We kept getting foiled by things like Mom and Dad going elsewhere for vacation, or stupid hurricanes clobbering the coast so that we couldn’t even make it there. Keeping my fingers crossed that no natural disasters will prevent me from seafood buffets and hiding under a beach umbrella this year. And I can’t wait to dip Morella’s toes in the Atlantic.