Home is where the heart is.

The last time I remember writing a blog post on a late Friday night was in our condo on Handerson Place. Though I think I've written on a Friday night since then, something about that night sticks out. I'm not sure why. Maybe it is the fact that I feel some of the same things tonight that I did that night? Comforted. Loved. Filled. Cozy.

I miss our condo. To shreds. Though it smelled worse and worse like Sandy's pee at the end of our time there, it was always home. And we shared many things there together, Isaac and I. Our first adventure together as "homeOWNERS." Our first time becoming parents. Our first food poisoning event. The good (and bad) list goes on. Tears, fights, meltdowns, heartaches, joy, laughter, long nights. Smells of CURRY from neighbors below.

There's just something about certain places that will always stick out in your mind. Your heart. You can't forget them. And certain things that bring you BACK to those certain places.

God bless Handerson.

But, as life goes, we move on. We move homes. We move our tangible, earthly pieces of our living space to other dwellings. And we do this for the rest of lives until we find a place to settle in.

As such, we are not settled in to a long-term home yet, but we find ourselves back on West St where I grew up. Five doors down from my childhood home. The circle of life?

Isaac lived on this street too when we were dating back in high school in a small apartment, walking distance from me.

He and I both might be destined to die on this road.

In all seriousness, I never thought we'd end up back on West. Like, never. Let alone in the HOUSE we chose to buy. In fact, I did NOT like this end of the road at all growing up. It didn't seem cozy or homey to me. It seemed impersonal and too out in the open. No privacy and visible to a busy road.

But here we are. And here I sit, on a Friday night, writing in my living room in this house on West St.

And I can't say I hate it.

Though I can't say I'm in LOVE either. But I might be FALLING in love.

When we first looked at this house it was so grungy. Bushes were crowding the front stoop, dying and lifeless. The kitchen was a mess and the bathroom needed a COMPLETE overhaul. Did I mention we had no driveway?

But it was cheap. And Isaac made.stuff.happen with his painting and repair skills.

If I do one twirl in the hallway I can see every room in this 900sq ft house. This is how small it is people.

There is nowhere to go when one is mad. You can hear people pooping in the bathroom from all rooms, and one creak opening a cabinet somehow sends a signal to Levi's small ears that it's time to wake up.

But it's our house. Our precious home that we love dearly. Our grass is green in the summer. Our neighbors are friendly, and we basically have built-in babysitters.

Like every move we make, I shall be sad when we go. But the new memories we've made here warm my heart ever so.