one foot in, one foot out

here we are.
in new york.
living an uneventful suburban life.

i can't bring myself to change the header.
or the title of the blog for that matter.
i gave up "dear _____" ages ago and i no longer live in london, but "dear life, i live with my parents" doesn't seem nearly as awesome.

it's been 6 days since we left london and just as predicted, the whole adventure feels like a distant dream. the kind where you wake up and think "wow, that seemed SO real."  were it not for photographic evidence (and adorable friends who send us "we miss you" reminders like this) i'd seriously question the veracity of our year abroad.

[kate and tim were real sad when they strolled by our stoop]

but there are lots of great things about new york.

sisters.

luci cat.

babies who cuddle.

bigger babies who jump on the bed with us. 

free rent. 

great pizza. 

target. 

it's been a busy few days. between trips to rocky's deli for world's greatest italian club and long walks with matt through my sleepy little town, i've squeezed in five job interviews (wish me luck), two food-filled days in boston at my big fat italian family reunion, and seven hours of unpacking nine suitcases. matt writes his dissertation. and life marches on.  

i had my first london moment the other day on the way home from bloomingdale's, or maybe it was jet lag. (oh yes, i forgot to mention i made time for a bloomingdale's trip with sister. priorities people...) temporarily confused by which lane i should drive in, i swerved back and forth trying to decide which felt right and neither did. which is exactly how i feel lately: one foot in new york and one out in london and neither feels quite right. maybe we should just move to austin? i think i'd really like texas...