Homeless

Home is where the heart is. Except our hearts are in between right now. As much as I hate Champaign, the house we've rented for the past year was our first home. He carried me over the threshold. It's Sid and Casey's first home, the home we got them to love each other in and where they became best friends. The home where we celebrated our first anniversary and where we first set up house. So I'm finding myself missing it more than I thought I would.

However, I'm thrilled at the prospect of owning our first home. The condo is gorgeous in so many ways, and it's in my city, surrounded by friends and family, buildings taller than four stories, and NPR programs other than "The Farm Report" and "Corn Futures." We're owners!! Well, we will be starting on the 15th...

This space in the middle is the hard part. Knowing that all of our possessions are piled in an enormous U-Haul with only a padlock securing he stuff from the rest of the world. Living in a hotel is just icky, with the questionable sheets and lack of personality. The worst is that we have to spend time apart, which is still a frowney face experience. Spending time apart from the boys (feline, not human) isn't enjoyable either. But we're almost in the clear, so I just have to keep my chin up!