We've been re-arranging the apartment for the last week.
We want to move but we don't want to rent another place and we can't afford to buy anything in Brooklyn or possibly the East Coast or on this planet. We moved our bedroom into our middle room and put the baby in the front room where we also carved out a sitting area. It's the best our place has looked since we moved in and it's all Alden's fault for making our life better in almost every conceivable way, except sleep.
Today I ran over to the hardware store to buy some nails and hangers so we could put up all our framed things that have, until now, been tucked in to corners and behind furniture, waiting for us to live like we're staying in one place for a while. On the way to the store I saw a man dragging his two kids along the snow in a sled and I wondered if I'd have the strength to do that with Alden in five years when that's all it'll take to bring him joy.
Life's funny, sad and beautiful in equal measure, but it isn't bad and that's pretty good.