Where's My Peet's?

The big news (insert drumroll here) is that we've bought a house. Technically another house, since we're still living in our old house. The new house is closer to the Mr.'s work, within walking distance of truly excellent shopping, and in the process of being built. It is early enough in the process that we are able to customize some of it. The Mr. will get his super-ultra-fabulous-caveman-a/v room and I will get a vintage farmhouse kitchen.

Since there's a lot going on around here related to the new house, moving, schools, etc. it seemed appropriate to go ahead and let X in on the news. So Tuesday night at dinner I told him what's going down. He asked some great questions, made sure our family would be intact ("will the cats be there too?") and then suddenly got completely verklempt. I asked him what was wrong and he almost sobbed "we won't be able to walk to Peet's!"

Now, it says something about our family that this would be a top concern for him. I'm not going to interpret for you--I'm sure you can connect the dots.

And it further says something about our family (or at any rate about me) that I was able to quickly reassure him that we wouldn't ever buy a house without a Peet's nearby and that we could walk to a Peet's from our new home too.

And thus far he seems satisfied with that.