The House Hunt

There are days that I still feel 16 or even 20 years old and as immature as a 12 year old. There are days that I look at my child and cannot believe that I have already experienced pregnancy and childbirth (and survived both!). There are days that I can't believe I am 29 years old, married and living in Iowa. And today was the day that I find it hard to believe that we are finally on our way to buying our first home.

Our ultimate goal is to get closer to the farm, but on top of that we'd like a nice started home that we can grow into with a big kitchen and lots of storage space. So far, that's been tough to find. But we know God has the house picked out for us, we just have to find it. And I'm antsy about it. I'm ready to move now. Right now. Sigh...

For now, I'll just enjoy my apartment (hopefully my last) and all of the memories it holds. Our first (and second) year of marriage, 4 birthdays, one pregnancy, one birth, Sweet P's first year, loads of visits after her birth, 2 looong winters, lots of meals, lots of laughter, lots of tears (happy and sad, but mostly happy) and lots of love. But I'm ready to move on.