Our Home.
After years of rumbling around like tumbleweed, my lover and I finally bought a house.
But a house it remained, even after packing (very slowly with snacks and rests for long lost books) all our belongings and unpacking them into the new place.


And after saying good bye to our Suka in the living room one night, shortly after move-in date but long after the cancer had spread.

Every corner we turn we expect to see her, always there, warm, sloppery friendship. The house felt cold for days.

We grundgingly cleaned the old place. Found the sun, stayed in it awhile.
We stared out at the sky from our new place, the sun trying to stay up at late as possible.

But still it was just the new place.
Then this week my lover and I went on a date, excited kids showed off their new rooms to our babysitter. And instead of packing/unpacking/painting/cleaning the next day we went skating.
Some of us stayed on our blades; others (the younger two) swam around on the ice…
We had a fight. We made up.

The kids and I made Easter crafts in our new craft/sewing room.

We played Lady Gaga loud and early last Sunday morning, (letting our neighbours know that we do not sleep late) we made pancakes, spilt batter down the side of our still clean oven, and I chased Axl to the potty(7 years and we are now a diaper free family!).
Now that I look out over the great yard with all our incredible trees I realize that we’ve always been home…but here it’s just a little sweeter than the rest.
See you soon.