We had a home once. Then we didn't, thanks to one strong gust of wind. We just had a bunch of stuff in a wet and dirty duplex.
Then we stayed in Cody's old home with his family. It was wonderful, but it wasn't home.
Then we found an apartment in our old neighborhood. We signed a lease and tried to imagine how we'd arrange Evelyn's room.
It wasn't yet home, but we delighted in hanging out in boxers the first night we spent there.
Now it's 2 weeks later and nearly all of the boxes are unpacked and nearly all of the things are put where we want them.
I still miss my turn into the parking lot sometimes and we still haven't alphabetized our fiction and nonfiction yet, but we've cooked meals and taken naps in the new place.
Our plants are on the balcony, our pictures are on the walls, and the three of us are here.
And once again we have a home.