Bixie’s parting shots as we officially leave California:
This is it. We’re leaving. And while I’m sure this feels like the long goodbye to most of you, for me, it still feels like it happened too fast. By the time you read this I will be on a plane with our two little boys and Livy (our kick ass nanny) and flying away from the place that we’ve called home for the last 10+ years. I’m excited and scared and hopeful and honestly a touch insane after all this packing and organizing nonsense, but mostly, I’m thankful to have had such an amazing time in such an amazing place. For those of you who have been to Sausalito, you know what I’m talking about. For those of you who don’t, here’s a taste of what we’ll be missing and what we are amped to get back to someday.
Our son Gus has known her since he was 3-months old, before he could even sit up. Today he calls her “Livy,” which is what we’ve also come to call our world class nanny and dear family friend, Olivia.
She looks how Strawberry Shortcake might look as a grown woman. Amber hair, youthful freckles, fair Irish skin. She has a mischievous smile she flashes only so often in the company of strangers, since she’s polite to a fault and would die if she were perceived, even for a moment, as being unserious about taking fantastic care of babies.
My lovely bride examines the excruciatingly difficult – but ultimately correct – decision to leave California for Boston after more than a decade. Off she goes:
Being an adult is weird. And being a parent is weirder. When every decision you make has a direct impact on two little humans, it makes it even harder to pull the trigger sometimes. Add to it the fact that Parry and I are both Libras and it could literally take us years to weigh the pros and cons of major life decisions. That’s exactly what happened on the topic of moving back East to be closer to our families.
Until now. Now we have officially made what, aside from having kids, is our single biggest and most adult decision. We’ve decided to head back to where I’ve always called “home” even though we haven’t lived there for 11 years. Watch out, Boston, here come the Headricks.
This morning my lovely bride and I walked to the ferry in Sausalito, about a mile from our little house on a hill. I pushed our little wide-eyed Gus in the stroller and Bixie and I made light conversation as the majesty of Sausalito unfolded before our eyes.