New Home

It has been a few years since I felt this way. In those years, I have felt overwhelming love, God's blessing and certainly buckets of fun, but I had not felt home. I like to think of myself as a power-cord on some faulty PC (of course a PC) laptop: you have to wiggle it around a bit before it finds its home perfectly in the charge slot. Then everything happens as designed.

Pictures really don't do it justice, I really like my new place. But I hope to give you an idea of my new home.

View from outside my front door. 

Tin words courtesy of Croix-des-Bouquets Artisan Market and cute cross courtesy of my Hannah

Kitchen. Who needs counter-space, really? (to the right of the sink: "...a cord of three strands is not quickly torn apart." Thanks, Lainey!)

Looking in from the patio

The road inside the gate

Our fearless security guard, Carl.
(Grandma, this picture is entirely for you.)

My car. Who I am kind of upset with right now because she is turning out to be a money-pit.

Around here, the piece of property that I live on is known as "The OK". It was once a country-western  themed restaurant called "The OK Corral". There is a peace out here that I appreciate and a  home-like feeling that I love.

"Mama said home is where the heart is. It is just south of the Mason-Dixon line" 

- Lady A