Fresh air, green grass, and all the cuteness you can take

It's a cute little house. I stress the word 'little'. I don't see how they can fit in here. From the outside it looks like a doll house. Seriously.

It's weird seeing all our furniture in a new place, like it doesn't really belong here. I keep referring to home as the house in Crown Heights. This place, well it's not home to me. And soon 'my house' will have new occupants.

It's funny to see how each one adapts to a new environment. This one is cooking, it's like her natural habitat. I get nervous in chaos, I can't cook unless everything is organized and neatly in its place. But she goes straight to the kitchen and cooks up a storm for Shabbos.

This one is straightening her hair. One brother is hogging my niece. I say hogging cuz he won't let me hold her. I finally got some quality time with her and pushed her on the swing. I think it'll be nice for my mother to be near them now.

My baby brother is wandering around like he's lost. I thing everyone is a bit unsettled, and unsure of what to do. I wonder how long it'll take to get everything unpacked.

This place is smaller than we're used to. Everything is just smaller in size. The bathroom is tiny. But it's a nice place. Plus, since we are renting it they won't necessarily stay long-term. I mean c'mon, we cannot break our "no more than 5 years in one house" rule. That'll be blasphemy.

One day my parents (or rather my mother) plan on living in a motor home and driving around the country. She thinks it'll be easier to see all of her married kids and grandkids that way.

So far three neighbors have brought over welcoming cakes. I think it's so nice. In Crown Heights I doubt anyone would have noticed if we moved in next-door to them.

I like the fresh air. It is pleasant and much easier to breath in than the city air. And it is naturally cooler here. And there are trees. And even though the houses are not so spaced apart, it feels more spaced out than the city. And more private. We have a little front garden that is blocked from the street by hedges.

When I was little if we were in a fight we would say to one another: "get off my property." I don't think we really knew what the word property meant. But we knew it insinuated, this is mine and not yours, and since we are in a fight you can't be here.

This is my property. Well, not mine per se, but it is nice to have an open backyard with dirt and trees and an old swing set.

The house is right across the street from the fire station and the hatzalah. My family claims the siren in the fire station is really loud. Though I for one don't mind noise.

I don't see my parents ever 'settling down', though this is a nice temporary abode.

I made it here for Shabbos, despite a mishap with the bus. I am looking forward to sleeping and relaxing and enjoying the fresh air, and more importantly, bonding with my niece and getting her to smile at me rather than regarding me as a stranger.

Have a good Shabbos everyone!