When we arrived at the house my husband had rented, I was so very happy and excited.  It was just the perfect size with 3 bedrooms and a fenced in backyard for them to play in.  It was also in a great neighborhood.  Ollie had found the school where Mary and Seth would attend and it was within walking distance.  He had walked over and said that the students were just lined up after recess and it looked like the Coke commercial with all the different races of children in a big circle.  It was a very diverse group of kids and it made me so happy to know that they would be going there.  He sure had found the best place for us to live.

The first day we were there, Ollie went back to work and I began to unpack.  The kids wanted to take a walk around the block and I said okay, and told them to come right back.  They went out the door, holding hands, as they always did. I watched them leave and then I went to work on the job at hand and became totally engrossed in the process.  

As time went by and I realized they weren’t back yet, I began to worry.  They should have been home by now.  I ran outside and looked in the direction they should be coming from and didn’t see them.  In a panic, I ran that way down the street and saw that the distance was much, much farther away than I had thought.  But before my panic could get worse, I saw them in the distance, still holding hands, coming around the corner.  Turns out the block was the equivalent of 6 blocks in our old neighborhood.  But there they were, coming home from their first adventure.  They were totally fine, smiling and walking in our new neighborhood, back to the house we would call home.