Return of the short posts: We have a house.

This past November, after months of nomadic wandering across Canada and various parts of the Midwest, we finally moved into an actual permanent dwelling. We searched for a long time and then we were guided to the corner of Harrison and 3rd Ave here in Columbus.

Our apartment is nice. I like it. It's small but not too small. It has lovely wood floors, nice high ceilings, and large expansive windows. There's even a secret stairway closet and a huge basement for storage. STORAGE!

The kitchen is smaller than I would like and the walls are basically brick with a thin layer of plaster making hanging anything heavier than a napkin difficult but it's HOME. And after living for so long out of suitcases and sleeping on other people's generously offered floors, beds, and couches we now have a place of our own to feel settled and relaxed.

Not that we felt extremely uncomfortable living with other people or that those that offered their hospitality were anything but gracious but there is something about being a guest that makes you live on other people's terms. You have to check if it's okay to watch a movie, tip-toe if it's late at night, ty to coordinate your shower taking with theirs (not to mention the run of the mill requests to cower in the corner whenever they make direct eye contact, or little things like having to give them plasma daily or being required to perform entertaining liturgical dances each evening).

These days I take about three showers a day, stomp around in large, drum-like boots that I've invented, and run Baby Geniuses 2 on a loop at full volume.

Contented Sigh.