I was right there seventeen hours ago, and it’s taken every bit of that in between time to get from there to here. Here is home, and here is now my bed. And the very thought of that bed takes a teeny bit of the sting away from leaving there. Enjoy the pictures this week, waves and waves of them.
This is a blog about an old house with a new life (and all the lives within it). There are plenty of stories to tell.