Home

I started thinking about this post one night while I was driving home to my parents' house from school and work. Kyle and I have been somewhat homeless since we returned from DC and we just now moved into a place that is closer to everything and accessible to our work places/internships, so everything is fine now but for a while we were exhausted.

As a result, I've been thinking a lot about our first apartment and what "home" means to me. I'm grateful that I have a loving husband who is always open and malleable to change and who makes everywhere feel like home.

Cheesy but that's how I've been feeling lately ;) Here are some pictures from our first apartment.