Growing up on Greenwood Drive was super fun. With the safety of my grandparents across the street, summers were amazing. Dominic and I would wake up, mount our bikes, and join our friends for a variety of adventures up and down the street. We had two summer rules while I was growing up: - Don't come home until the street lights go on.
- No one in the pool unless a grown-up is watching.
Because of all the gates, the opportunities our kids have had to play with the type of freedom I grew up with has been extremely stunted,
But all that changed this year with our move to "teacher housing." Our new house is located amongst a dozen or so teacher-houses just 500 meters from our school. The neighborhood is full of kids and while spending 4 days unpacking, hanging up art, and moving in... we didn't see our kids from breakfast until dinner time (with the exception of a few unscheduled snack stops). It's been wonderful to see the kids return home, dirty from top to bottom.
| Rob and I woke up late one Saturday morning. The kids (and dog) are watching cartoons because they weren't allowed to play outside until 8:00 am. |
...As our first month back has come to an end, nothing much has changed here at "teacher housing." The kids have a menagerie of friends to play with, do homework with, and get up to no good with. It will be a great year!