Here we are in Georgia---in a beautiful little town called Alpharetta, about an hour north of Atlanta.
It's sunshine and blue skies every day. The peaches are sweet. And so are the tomatoes. Pretty much everything down here is sweet, including the people.
Every day is an adventure. We hike and swim, find delicious eats at the local farmer's market and we discover different parks and trails. We've been zip-lining and go-kart racing. We found an amazing nature center on the Chatahoochee River. And on one of our favorite hikes we skipped rocks and dipped our feet into a little creek.
Life is good in the south.
But, it's not our life...not yet anyway.
It's hard to feel at home when you're completely unsettled. We have yet to sell our house in Chicago, so we're living in a two-bedroom hotel suite. It's quite a change from our four bedroom house with a yard, but in a way, it's been simpler. We're all confined in a small space--two kids, a dog and Scott and me, and it's almost comforting in a way.
Still, it's not home. We're in limbo.