Well today is the 2 year mark of us moving back home from that disaster of living in Florida for 8 months.

Of course so many negative things happened there. I’m not really giving that stuff more than a quick glance mentally

I’m focusing more on getting back home and unpacking and it all went right back into place. Such a whole feeling.

I remember how our dogs were just unhappy in Florida. Seeing them jumping out of the truck and running around. Running full blast across our acreage barking like fools. Flying up the steps sliding into the washer and literally long jumping into there beds, panting and eyes glowing

I think it was 23 degrees in the house, but I felt finally able to breath, my body finally felt able to relax.

I’m glad we did go back for 8 months tho or my husband would have always wondered “what if”

My husband and I both grew up in Florida and it’s will always be “ a home “ but this?

This is “our home”