I recorded a chat on Friday morning with Grace to commemorate the one-year anniversary of the day that I moved into our home in Saginaw. The subject is mostly our children, although there are some rambling digressions as usual.
On Friday, May 29th, 2010 I loaded our minivan with a sleeping bag, a few computers, several guitars, my scotch whisky and wine bottles, some large plants, and a few other fragile "hand-carry" items, and drove up to the new house to meet the cable installers. I got completely lost; the Google map I had printed out was essentially useless, since several streets on the route it provided were closed for construction, and I did not have a good map of the neighborhood, but eventually I found the house by blundering around in the approximate neighborhood until things looked familiar. The cable modem was set up and I got Internet access and started my work-from-home arrangement Monday, June 1st. I had lived in Ann Arbor since June of 1990, making it almost 20 years to the day since moving to Ann Arbor with my friend John Scudder -- the longest that I had lived anywhere.
Grace continued to live in our apartment in Ann Arbor for the month of June to continue packing and getting ready for the move; I made many round trips back to Ann Arbor that month. She arrived with the children at the end of June; she had lived in Ann Arbor for 15 years.
Isaac stayed in Ann Arbor through July to finish up some summer classes and he arrived a month later; he had lived in Ann Arbor since he was an infant. And of course the younger children, Veronica, Sam, and Joshua, had lived there for their entire lives to date.