Home Sweet Home

I picked up the keys to my new place last night and spent my first, of many, nights in my new house. 

It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to sign a lease and thus, it’s been a long time since I could say a place was mine. 

Whoopy! No one can throw me and Dani out anymore. 

You don’t know how awesome of a feeling that is. 

Or… maybe you do. 

A house that’s mine and hers to make of what we want… A home… For the two of us… Our Rules. 

Well, three of us. Because we’re never leaving Harley, our orange tabby cat, behind again. He forgave me fairly quickly and he still offers up the same love and affection he always did so I’m very grateful for that. 

From now on, though, he’s with me. 

There’s a lot to do over the next three weeks so I’ll try to catch up when I can. 

Peace.