Endings and Beginings

My 15 yo son and I emptied out the last dregs from the apartment we rented after our house fire.  We are officially home now. 

Rented furniture, ready to go back on the truck.

Time for one final cleaning

The place we lived in for the past 9 months couldn't have been more convenient and the management more pleasant.  But it was never home. 

The next few weeks will be a continual surprise as we open boxes of our salvaged belongings that have been in storage waiting for us.

Dorothy was right.

There is no place like home.