Whenever we're lost and we pull into the driveway of a random house to turn around the first thing we both say is "honey, I'm home". Fortunately for us, this driveway will only become more familiar over time.
A gray house with a yellow door...again! The colors are oddly sentimental - as they are the same as our first house in Grandview. On Friday the moving truck will arrive and we'll be reunited with all of our furniture and "stuff" we've been separated from for half a year. I have a feeling this weekend opening boxes will feel like Christmas...or at least I should keep telling myself that.
