The first few days

I'm taking plenty of breaks from packing to wander the streets of Celebration. It is so very strange to be here, finally. I look at the people I pass and wonder if they are visitors or residents. I wonder how long they imagined themselves here before they took the plunge. I wonder who lives in the big houses. Then, I see a lizard cross the path in front of me. I see a wisp of white out of the corner of my eye. I am distracted as I wonder if it is an ibis or egret. I am further distracted by signs warning me from feeding or harassing alligators.
Then, I stop wondering. Time to catch runaway children or do the mommy dance to soothe the baby in the backpack. Time to steal a few more minutes of peace before bedtime and boxes.