We’ve arrived in one of my favorite places on earth. Not because it’s where I grew up, but because Aptos/Santa Cruz, CA is beautiful, peaceful and full of everything that the Middle East is lacking: redwood trees, clear skies and salty air. And berries — all the berries.
I thought I had this jet lag thing beaten — I slept from 7 until 5:30 the first night and last night I managed to stay awake until 10. But alas, children. My girlie woke me up at 4am with a bad dream and then I was wide awake and tired. Kids are sand in the motor of a finely oiled machine.
So I ate strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries in the dark for breakfast. My mom, bless her, knew that’s exactly what we’d be craving and stocked the fridge with stacks of berry flats.



It’s 7 am and I can hear the chickens cackling over their newly laid eggs. I love waking up to that sound. And that’s not sarcasm. Their coop is outside my bedroom window and the pride I hear in their frantic clucking, announcing the completion of their new creation, always makes me smile.
What else . . . Oh, my news! I can finally stop vagueblogging and announce that Josh has a new job! (Yes, another one.) With a new company. (That I don’t think I’ll name here, but feel free to message me if you want to know). Or if you want to play detective, you can google top Aerospace companies and it shows up on most of those lists. Like this one: Josh’s new job. Hint: he’s not working for the Russians.
Things were fine with his current company, but this offer came to him, at the right time, and was exactly what he was looking for. This past year he has been working from home, but he misses being part of a team (really?!) and is excited to be back in an office setting. (Sounds like crazy talk to me.)
So he signed the new contract the day we left, sent in his resignation letter as the kids and I were flying over the North Pole, and now he’s gearing up to go through the new hire process all over again, exactly a year later. It’s definitely not what we expected, but it’s good.
Up and over the North Pole 16 hours . . . so long Ah, California too much airplane, not enough sleep