august 2012.

somehow it all worked out.

we're home, i have a permanent job and it's a perfect fit for us (well, the housing could be cheaper...)  i don't know how that happened but i'm super grateful.

it's been two months of crazy though, between 3 different urban areas, two photo assignments (yeah, not my usual thing, and i still haven't delivered the photos from my cousin's wedding MORE THAN A MONTH AGO!!)  lots of transition for the little guy who, being very social, loves to ask strangers "do you have a house?" and then reply with "well, we don't have a house. we live in a tent." followed by a whole lot more personal information that i secretly hope is unintelligible.

in the midst of all that crazy i'll catch myself, when we're out or i'm driving some amazing marine corridor, and think "fuck it's beautiful. we made it home. i can't believe how lucky we are."