silly {homeless} wittys

So we've moved.

But we are homeless.

Bouncing around from guest bed to guest bed.

Living out of suit cases.

Until we find a home.

We've been looking, arguing, and driving around all over the place to FIND IT. 

You know, THAT location. THAT kitchen. THE yard.

We've only started looking. It actually feels freeing and stressful both at the same time.

Is that possible?

Anyway, here are some pics of the last few days.