It Takes a Village

...or at least a very patient realtor, two sets of parents, two siblings and a best-friend-who-happens-to-be-a-realtor to raise us into home ownership. Thanks to those combined efforts, we seem to have been successful. We had no idea it would be so challenging! This house or that one? Which neighborhood's best? We're awaiting the home inspections to make sure it's all a go, but it looks as though we'll have a house to move into come March. I love it when a plan comes together.

In other news, Wyatt seems glad to have us back, although perhaps not as overjoyed as I'd hoped. This just reaffirms my belief that the passage of time is irrelevant to him. Oh, and it proves that grandparents are pretty great.

I also realized - as we made that 15 hour drive each way - that we have some awesome friends. I could have just mapped the trip by who we could see in each city and as we passed through without saying hello (sorry, Leslie!), I thought of each person. And then when we got to Virginia and were able to hang out with our friends who we'd last seen in Japan, I realized that this military life is really starting to pay off. While I hate saying goodbye, it's that much better to get to say hello again.