Our little home


For us right now, home is where we are together. It's not a city or a place. Although we are calling Portland "home" for now. And I'm totally ok with that. We've literally moved into a new "home" 7 times in 7 years. Sounds awful? Yea, it feels like it at times. I try not to envy people who live in the same place for years and years. I dream of that day. And that day will come. Until then, we'll move around and go where the wind blows us. 

We're feeling peace about making this little 750 sqft apartment in SE Portland, our home (for now). Some photos and ramblings from our little nest. Also, we miss Haven and wish she was at home with us right now. I don't know if it's more painful to not talk about her and avoid the topic with people. Or to talk about her and miss her and enter into the grief with people around. I got to share her story, our story today with some friends and it feels good to talk about her, even when it hurts so bad. I find it would be more painful to not talk about her.