I don't know where we'll be living when you start to read these letters. When I started writing them, I assumed that we would still be living in Minnesota. I thought that we might possibly move to Madison. I did not think that we would ever be moving to Los Angeles. Maybe that's where you are right now. Maybe you're in a different city even than that.
Moving is hard. Change is hard. Leaving what you know is hard. Learning new places is hard. Moving is tiring, and frustrating, and expensive. Selling our house is scary, and sad. Neither your father nor I have ever lived outside the Midwest, and now you're going to be growing up in California.
But we've also been thinking that this might be good. We'll be only a couple of hours away from Uncle Alex and Aunt Lena, so that will be great. I haven't lived in the same state as your uncle since we were in high school. I'm excited about that. California has some really amazing state parks, as we saw from visiting Sequoia National Forest. Living close to mountains could be pretty neat. I know that LA has a ton of museums, including the La Brea Tar Pits. I am definitely excited to go there. Change is what you make of it, sometimes, so I'm choosing to be optimistic and see it as an adventure.
Otherwise, it's been a pretty normal month. We were back at the Bakken to make catapults, this time with the Stauffers for some family fun. We built an airplane out of a cardboard box. We had my birthday, and Miriam's birthday. You blew out her candle for her. We had this conversation:
Corbin: I'm going to count how many blocks there are! [counts to 8]
Mom: Hmm...try again.
C: [counts to 9]
M: There you go. How many small blocks?
C: [counts to 5]
M: How many big blocks?
C: [counts to 4]
M: So 5 plus 4 equals 9. That's math!
Dad: Hey guys.
M: We're adding up the blocks.
D: What's 4 plus 5?
C: Math!
Love,
Mom
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