I love the house. We are staying at a hotel literally a few steps down the street closer to the ocean until our furniture arrives on Tuesday. From my backyard you can see the ocean through the trees. From anywhere outside (and sometimes in) you can hear it. Sometimes it's a loud roar. All times it's amazing.
Friday we kind of got some affairs in order- visited the kids' schools, bought a washer & dryer, set up Internet and phone and such. Saturday we found a new favorite breakfast spot and walked around our little downtown area, then we did a little sightseeing to show my dad the sea lions and more of the coast, and we were off to Eugene for the night so I could take him to the airport early this morning.
I started crying just before bed annnnd pretty much didn't stop until earlier today. It was so hard to see him off. I stayed along the gates at security until he had to go all the way through. The concerned look in the airport parking lot attendant's eyes just made me cry more. But I'm okay now and he did great and is already back home safe. It is just really final, and official. I am here.