Moving is so hard and we KNOW that we will be moving in a few months. Like usual, the three youngest are fine. Paris still talks about her best friend in Provo who she hasn't seen or heard from in a year and a half. Emilia is pragmatic as always and Leif is chill as always. Atlas doesn't want to go. He is doing great in school (they all are). He would be in all the highest classes next year. His teachers, for the most part, like him. He knows all the ropes here. And he doesn't even want to go anywhere for spring break! He just wants to stay! Here in grey Glasgow!
I attended parent-teacher night and every teacher was talking about "standards" the higher classes that count for exams and university. All were recruiting him. On our walk home, Atlas was telling me the classes that he wants to take next year- like we are staying. I let it ride. But it was weird and a bit surreal with both of us knowing that there is NO way we are staying. Just as we got to the flat Atlas asked me where we will be next year... I don't know! but his 2 cents is that is should be in a city and preferably in NYC. Ha Ha Ha. I am over cities and the cold! So I say now... perhaps I just need a few weeks on a hot and sunny beach doing nothing and having nothing to do. Then I'll be up for anything. And I think I remember saying earlier today to Rich that I am ready for Paris in a few years!
And I baked (over the past few weeks) 4 different cupcake recipes from the cookbook and they all turned out fantastic. Vegetable base really works- even when I am sure it won't turn out! So if I know you are coming- I'll bake a cake. 5 months remaining. And no I am not counting down...