Well, simply, we moved… in a ridiculously short time frame and a frenzy of packing paper, tape guns and piles of cardboard boxes we did it and survived.
And can I tell you something… I love it here.
I love the quiet streets, the cul de sac, the Trader Joe’s just a half mile away, our overgrown backyard and this wonderful sunrise we get to experience every day when the sun comes over the mountain top… unbelievable.
I love that a trip to Ikea means a view of The City or The Bridge.
I love that when I think about plans for this house I don’t have a time frame in my head… a stopping point… a cut off date… it’s a wonderful feeling to know that we’re home.
And this gypsy woman inside me has finally come to rest.
I am home.