home is where the heart is...

So I can't tell you an exact day or even week, but over time the roads become a fluid motion to me. Saturday mornings you wake up and drive down to your favorite breakfast spot and you know the sever. You meet up with friends for cookouts and hiking trips in the mountains... And then one day your driving down the street, you pull up to your house and it feels like home when you walk inside. You pour yourself a glass of ice tea and sit outside in the sun. You think to yourself everything just feels right.

...Alaska has become home.

It wasn't an easy journey. We arrived here with no house, car, or any of our stuff. I feel asleep my first night no knowing how to make this new place home. I had never lived/driven in snow. I didn't even know one person besides Josh in the whole entire state. It was dark and cold. Alaska seemed so unknown and scary, nothing was the same.

We couldn't have done any of this without the help of our friends and family, and their prayers. Last night Josh and I sat in our backyard by the fire pit and just thought how lucky we are.

It is like when you cook Thanksgiving dinner, it takes so much work, time, help from others, and you aren't sure how it is all going to come together. But then before you know it, your sitting at the dinner table with everyone with a fantastic meal. Moving here in the middle of an Alaska winter is like cooking that meal. But we worked hard, and adapted. And FINALLY here we are... sitting in the sun taking it all in...

...home is where the heart is. That doesn't mean that it is going to be easy, but you'll get there soon.