21 days…that’s how long we have to find a place to live, pack up all our stuff, and move. Yep, that’s right, we don’t have a place to move to yet.
Luckily, J and I don’t need much to be happy. Before we moved into our current home we lived in a teeny tiny basement suite referred to, by some, as the 3/4 house due to it’s low ceiling height. Before that I lived in an even tinier bachelor suite while I went to school. I have always found that if you make a place your own you can be happy no matter how big it is (or isn’t). I think this will hold true as we travel too – we’ll bring a little bit of comfort along in our packs, we’ll have each other and we’ll make each place our own, just a little bit.