We're all moved out of the Gnome Home.
It was an incredibly cozy and special place. It's the place I've lived the longest since I moved out of my parent's house in Houston. We officially don't have an address. Don't have a mailbox. No closets to hang clothes in. No shelves for books or knick knacks. Now we start finding home wherever we are. In each other. In the Subaru. In trees and neighborhoods and roads and friends. Everywhere is a front porch, a viewpoint to watch the world. Here we go, folks.