Almost Gone...

Our house is empty and cleaned.

The babies are running all over the empty rooms,

I'm typing while sitting on the steps of our house waiting for our landlord.

It's funny because this place never felt like home to me. In the other places we've lived eventually our apartment, the city, the people, felt like home. A place of comfort, a sanctuary, but I never had that here. In fact to me it never even felt like we finished unpacking.

I wonder if I knew, if even on a subconscious level, that this job, this house, this city were all temporary.

Here's hoping that we find our home in this next adventure.

(And let's hope we aren't packing again in a year from now, I need a break).