Life's a Stitch

With limited wifi access, I'm writing with the intention of posting when internet is available, please excuse the delay. This was written on September 4th:

We sorted, disposed of, or packed everything we owned. We boxed most of our lives into storage jokingly agreeing to be nice to each other because a packed up house and money in the bank might provide an easy exit strategy for those so inclined.

"Camping" for a few nights in our crumbling and leaky new home, it took a total of three hours to come to the realization that it was worth the effort to land in the town of our long shared dreams. A walk score of 92, most everything we need can be found on foot with far fewer rainy days than in the rain forest location of our previous neighbourhood.

We celebrated with friends, inviting them to view the "before" house. And now, on a soon to be demolished water stained wall, hang our floor plans, the collaborative effort of our naive ideals and realistic but accommodating and very talented local builder and designer. 

So, to put an end to the madness of moving, I'm writing this while flying over the Atlantic to hopefully complete our second route on the Camino de Santiago. All the stress of the past months assuaged by the opportunity for another pilgrimage of gratitude.