30 October 2008

Day Forty-One.

I can remember exactly what we were doing this time last year. We were so excited that tomorrow (on Halloween) our household goods were coming and it would be our last night on the futon. We had nothing for five weeks except that futon, a TV, a few pots, a pan, cracked plates, and mismatched silverware. It was a hard month for us, but we felt like we had reached victory at this point. When our bed came the next morning we couldn't set it up quick enough. Jason was given the day off and we laid on the bed in between unpacking everything and laughed in excitement that we no longer had to sleep on a rock hard bed, but that our house was finally becoming a home.

Now a year later we are sleeping alone thousands of miles apart. Go figure right. :)