We moved out of Butcher's Hill last week and out here to our new home in the suburbs. Totally exahusting; still recovering more than a week later. I hope we never have to move again. The move was absolutely necessary since Cal is due for a wheelchair within the next year or so, and our old house is the narrowest, most vertical, least wheelchair-accessible place I have ever seen - and could never be made workable from that standpoint. I'm not sure a wheelchair would even fit through the front door. So Janet got down to some very serious searching and found this place, which couldn't be more different from our first house and which will be PERFECT for Callum going forward (and, we hope, into his adulthood). Wide doorways, lots of light, a big first floor that's mostly open-plan, in a neighborhood without hills and lots of stuff within walking/rolling distance. When our final (and biggest) move day was done, and I brought Cal home from his extended visit with Toni and John, he provided the perfect good omen; I asked "Cal, do you know where you are?" and he replied with a huge grin: "my new house!" He is adjusting so well, it's almost unreal. Janet's mom is here visiting so maybe her presence is helping to ease the transition for him; hard to say, just nice that it hasn't seemed in the least traumatic.
The two biggest downsides of the move are that Toni will no longer be able to just pop next door for a visit, and that we are losing Bonnie, Cal's PT from the Baltimore City Infants and Toddlers Program. We will keep in touch with Bonnie for sure but it's hard to imagine a new PT filling her shoes as Callum's regularly scheduled therapist. We are also still searching for a park here that will be as inspiring as Patterson Park was when we lived downtown ... but everything in its time I guess.