Our flight out to California actually wasn’t too bad despite having 1 child, 1 cat, a stroller, diaper bag, camera bag, 2 backpacks and 3 suitcases. We landed at 8 pm California time and immediately drove to Target to pick up some essentials and then got settled in our temporary housing (thanks Google!) by about 10 pm. The temporary housing is pretty sweet. It’s a two bedroom apartment in this beautiful complex with central air, two bathrooms, and plenty of parking. It comes with sheets, towels, plates, coffee, a little bit of food and even a pack n play for Char.
Sadly, Charlotte stayed on east coast time so woke up Tuesday morning at 3:45 am. I tried to get her to back to sleep until 4:30 at which point I just gave up and decided we were up for the day. We played inside for a while and then decided to go check out the playground in the apartment complex. This proved to be a very poor decision since I managed to trip going down the stairs and fell very awkwardly on my ankle. I somehow managed to protect Charlotte but very unfortunately for me, fractured my fibula.
I can’t even begin to describe how inconvenient it is to have a broken ankle while caring for a 1 year old, moving across the country and starting fellowship. Not to mention dealing with health insurance. Argh. But I keep reminding myself that it could be a lot worse. I could have been much more badly hurt or Charlotte could have been hurt or I could have broken my right ankle and not been able to drive. Despite this, I spend a lot of time thinking about how much easier and how much more fun this would be if I had two good legs. No running for me, which is a bummer because I was just thinking of starting training seriously again after I had a great “race” with Karen last weekend.
