Wanderer's Wall

Alright, so we've been in this cute little town home of ours for a few weeks now. I have yet to post any real photos of it and that's for two reasons, the first is that obviously life has been crazy busy and second is that we don't have grass yet, and everything still feels kind of dirty, on the outside at least. You'll get a tour later, because it's adorable! One of the things I was most excited to unpack when we arrived was my bike, which upon first real ride out in the wide wide world promptly got a flat. Fixing that as soon as I possibly could, I finally got my loooong ride on the trails I've been dying to get back on and as I rode I started putting the dots together and discovering some new and old places that I love and connecting them all on my internal map. A real map is nice, but sometimes the adventure of putting it all together yourself is way more fun. Just this morning I took a walk with the kids to see what else we could find. Thinking we would...

Well, it's official, the house is not ours anymore. So many feelings. We lived in that house for 9 years. That's not terribly long, but long enough for me to have some serious moments of "what the hell did I just do?" as we walked away with all of our stuff loaded into a truck, handed over our keys, and signed our names on the dotted lines. Surprisingly it feels good though. Overwhelming for sure, but really really good. It might help that we got our share of the funds yesterday after the house closed. I won't lie that also felt really really good, and I loved the look on Shawn's face when I showed him the numbers in our account. More then anything, this makes me feel like we are really doing this life thing right. As much as I hate money and all the greed and pain it tends to cause the world, I like knowing that Shawn and I have been smart with ours and what we have made and have been given in this life. We have dreams and goals like anyone else, a...