Home Sweet Home...

I am about to tear my computer down and pack it up, so I decided to write one last post from the happiest place I have ever lived.

My Wife and I have decided that rather than renew the lease on this place and then try to get back out of it in October when I graduate from school, we will move out now, and save the money.

She and CJ will live with her Dad in Atlanta, and I am going underground to my Tugboatcapn Man-Cave/Nut-Bunker in a super-secret location in the bottom of a sink-hole in West-Central Florida. (As soon as I figure out how to get running water there.)

I have been happy here.

I never thought I would live in a house like this one. I thought that houses like this were reserved for millionaires, or at least lawyers and doctors.

It is huge, by my humble standards. It has a pool, an acre of yard, two car garage, attic, Florida room, screened lanai, concrete driveway, and it is landscaped like a golf course. (Except that there is no windmill...) It is more like a vacation cottage than a house that people live in every day. (Again, by my humble standards.)

This has been the Sanctuary through some very trying times over the past two years.

This was where we lived when CJ was born.

This was where the second little Baby Tugboatcapn (who hasn't made his/her debut yet...) was... Well, you know...

(By the way, for those of you who didn't already know, Xena is expecting again. Due in mid January.)

This was where we weathered the storms, mourned the losses, celebrated the victories, made plans, dreamed dreams, raised a child, laughed and cried for the past two years.

It has been a happy place, a safe place.

A good place.

And on Tuesday, it will be an empty place.

I hope the next tennants love it as much as we have.

Because we have loved it.

And I hope that the next place we live will be as happy, as safe, and as good.

Goodbye, Home Sweet Home.

I will miss you.