Probably, we are moving soon. Our lease on this high-class establishment (ha!) is up in April, and we are up in the air about where to go next. Tom's company is building a shop with an attached apartment here in town, so there's been talk of us living there until Tom's contract expires. We might move with Tom this summer to a job site so we can see him every night instead of just on the weekends. We still have a house in our old town, but we're in the process of a little surface makeover to get it ready to sell. We've even been talking about moving to Alaska! We'd like to be back here when Lamb is ready for school. That's a few years off, so we think now is the perfect time to go sow some wild oats. Eventually, we'd like to build just outside of our old town, but it's a dream that seems a long ways off. For now, we live out of suitcases constantly, traveling to give our family Lamb-time, seeing our friends, and working on our house. The travel itself is exhausting, but mostly I'm tired of feeling like I have no home-base. I have been longing for that feeling of belonging somewhere, but everything about our situation is temporary.
Well, almost everything.
After visiting our friends at their gorgeous house over the holidays, and hearing about their plans to add on and fix up, I whined to Tom about wanting a home. He looked at me for a few seconds, and I was expecting him to hassle me about a house being just a place to sleep. Instead, he said, "Your home is where we are," meaning him and Lamb.
How foolish of me, to not see I've been home all along.