In less than an hour Mike and I will be buying our first house. Crazy! I was prompted recently to go into my blog archives and I stumbled upon this little tidbit.
From Goshen for the Weekend, June 2007
“My post almost started “Home for the weekend”, almost. But Goshen isn’t home. Evanston is. Or wait. Where is home? If “home is where the heart” is, Guatamala might be the strongest contender. But then there’s my family (mostly in Goshen) and my flatmates (right now, all over the globe). Honestly, home is such a vague notion for me. It has been since we left this area in 5th grade. One of my strongest desires is not to struggle with what to call home. I want to feel settled in one place, with my strongest ties in that place.”
I’ve already started to feel like Goshen is home, but now I’m going to have a physical home to tie myself to emotionally. This house could serve us for as long as we need a house. It’s quite possible that we’ll retire in this house. Amazing! The idea of living in the same place for more then a year is so foreign to me. I’m totally on cloud nine. 🙂
Lady In Green 
Congrats on this exciting step! I am so happy for you and Mike.
I’m glad “home” is finally here. I so look forward to visiting!
yea! congrats! Can’t wait to visit! Let me know if you need any help!
Darling, I know you’re setting up house and all, but your public demands (or requests sweetly) a new post! Or maybe I should just call…