We've embarked on what seems an endless move. Since Milo was born, he has stayed in the hospital, a little casita rented by Nana Liz and Pops, Ben and Gina's place, and now, we're camped out with Chris and Emery who've been more gracious and thoughtful than I can describe in accommodating our whole family.
It's a hard transition to put it mildly. In some ways I feel like we'll never have our own home again, or that it is so far off that the prospect doesn't give much comfort. In Anchorage we'll live with my mom for a time, and then we'll get a rental once we can afford it.
We might get this place starting October 1. I can't even tell you how excited I am about it.
What do you think?