Some months ago, we visited San Diego for the first time after having moved here.
Back when we decided to leave, I remember being worried about how you would transition to a new city, new school and new friends. I was reassured by many that it would be easy for you due to your young age. It wasn’t: you had the hardest time adapting. You are always hot and detest layering and if allowed you would ALWAYS be barefoot. Little did you know that in Portland layers are a lifestyle and no one seems to own flip-flops.
Back in San Diego, Miss B told us that you were a well-rounded child and if she were to point out one particular strength in you, it would be your sociability, your sensitivity to the feelings of your peers - if only she could say you were as perceptive about your surroundings… you were always walking into things! That’s gotten better.
After we moved, and for the longest time, you would tell me how much you missed San Diego and all your friends, teachers and family. I felt terrible and questioned our decision to move a couple of times.
It’s been a year and we are settled, you are loving Portland, your new friends and, believe it or not, your Sorels (you still struggle with the layers). You talk about San Diego, and still mention how you miss it when recalling events you so sweetly do starting off with: “Remember, the other day, ‘at’ San Diego…?”
This picture is from that visit, 8 months after having left. I took it in the plane, when we landed. You were so excited the days before leaving and ecstatic during the flight. We were waiting for the seatbelt sign to turn off to gather our things. When it did you said firmly: “Wait. I need to put on my sunglasses.” And so you did and gave me a smile.