home.

John and I were discussing the idea of "home" last night.  We feel like this place is our home, yet it feels weird, like where we grew up is also still home to us.  We feel like we have two homes right now in this transition time.  Wondering when we fully move into one and out of the other.  Maybe you never lose the feeling of home where you grew up, maybe you lose it when you start growing up your own family in the new place.  Can you really feel like two different places are both home?  Does it have to be one?  It will be interesting to see.

The above picture is from our home- where we grew together and where we will start the growing up of our children.  We love our home.