February 14, 2013


In a few short days we've lived in this town for one whole year. We drove in from the north late on a Friday afternoon to a house filled with boxes, and a town occupied by strangers. We joked as all our possessions from our tiny city apartment, hardly furnished our house and our days started unfolding in this place we knew only from a movie.

It's not the furniture or the familiarity that comes with time, but still this road beyond our house, and the people down the street, that make us so glad as a wake up to each new day in this home.

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