Nutcracker

I am sitting up high in my new massive bed. We had a double bed in Ecuador, and a queen bed for the last few months , both of which were too small for the three of us. Now I feel lost in the vastness of this monstrosity. But it is comfortable so far, and Maya is sleeping adorably beside me. The bed is much higher than I am accustomed to, so that will be an adjustment. So far, so good.

Eric visited the storage unit with a rented truck. I am not sure how he moved the couch into the house, but we now have a furnished living room and our dining room table. I have some clean up to do tomorrow, but the house feels more like our home. The carpets make it warmer, it feels lived in, cared for.

Sandi and Sarah and Maya and I chose the Baltimore School for the Arts Nutcracker for the evening. It was sold out and full of parents and siblings, and the students in the show were impressive. Tara auditioned for BSA in grade nine, and was accepted into the Theatre program, and I remember being awed by the equipment and the infrastructure. Tara chose to stay at Bryn Mawr, but I often wondered how Tara's life would have evolved if she had chosen BSA. Maya is clearly interested in the school, which may be an option for her. The children had a great time, and chattered every chance they had. We tried to find a dessert place afterward, but Donna's was closed and we could not think of anywhere to go, and I was eager to try out my new bed, so here I am, ready to try it out.