Raising Roan

Here’s Roan in our living room, tucked in the corner of the couch in his jammies watching Thomas the Tank Engine. As far as apartments go, we love it. But it’s been an adjustment, for sure, after living in a single family home. For example, you don’t realize how LOUD your toddler is, until you’ve got people above and below you. We live in a very peaceful community of mostly retired residents. I feel like I should wear a shirt all the time that says, “I’m sorry.” For every understanding grandparent in the building, there’s one or two horribly crochety a-holes. Someone in our building recently complained to the rental office because someone forgot to clean the lint trap in the dryer. The manager called us first, because we’re new, and then printed flyers and tacked them to everyone’s door to emphasize the importance of dryer maintenance. ANYway, we’re settling in and enjoying all the trees, birds, and sunshine. We like having one foot in the city and one foot in the county (our place is right on the line, technically in the county). We can sleep with the windows open, leave the apt with the windows open, leave crap in the car, go for long walks without fear of being accosted, and hear the rustling of trees instead of 24/7 sirens, traffic, sub woofers, and police helicopters. And, we’re super close to all our favorite familiar urban stompin grounds.