This has been a super stressful time, and we have finally accepted an offer on our house and had an offer accepted on another home. Of course, like selling a book, it’s something to celebrate but also something I never quite trust will go through until I’m holding that book in my hot little hands. Until the moving truck pulls away from our new place near the end of July, I’m not sure this will actually happen. But…I am grateful. Grateful to have a house that has sheltered our family for almost 21 years. Grateful to not be a refugee, homeless and adrift in a new country, where I might not really be welcome. Or where I’m welcome but still cut off from all I have known. Grateful not to be homeless in my own country, like so many families and children are. Grateful that even if the “worst” happens, and our house deals fall through, I am lucky enough to know we will not be sleeping on the street. So as I stress out over the next 6 weeks, I will continue to be thankful for always having a home, with my beloved family, in a beautiful state.