This month marks the one year anniversary of our cross-country move to Denver, Colorado from Portland, Oregon. When we moved here, I was entering my third trimester. We didn’t exactly have jobs (yikes!), just a good contract that would help my husband start his own business. For the first two months, we bunked with the in-laws while we searched for a house. People talk about pregnant women ‘nesting’, where they compulsively organize the nursery. Forget nesting – I was just hoping to find a nest before the wee one arrived.
Twelve months and a million changes later, my husband and I have a beautiful eight month old baby boy named Griffin. My husband’s accounting and consulting firm has taken off (phew), and I have a wonderfully flexible part-time job doing development work for a local museum.
We found our perfect nest just in time. We moved into a 1940s home in the Highlands last December. Okay, so we’re still unpacking…I plead the newborn excuse on that one (and likely will for the next year!). I’m okay taking time to settle. We love the neighborhood – family friendly, with lots of parks and local restaurants within walking distance – and plan to stay here for a long time.
At eight months into babyland, I feel as though I’m finally starting to get my feet back under me. We are starting to recover on our sleep – a very important milestone for my sanity. Also, I’m beginning to figure out my new identity as a mom.
So, long introduction, but that’s a bit about me. I plan to write regularly on this blog about my life in Denver and my journey as a mother. I hope you’ll share your thoughts and comments as we go.