Last week, we closed on an antique Victorian house in Farmington, Maine. We’ll arrive there at the end of July, bringing with us those few
Tag: Home
No Place Like Home
We’ve had thirty-three addresses in the last six months. Each pin on the Haven’s Path map is a place we’ve slept in Libbie overnight, and
Homing In
“We’re just looking for a place to exist in this world,” I said to Carol, the obtuse Utah state forestry agent on the phone. It
Home Is Where You Hang Your Hat
What makes a place your home? The phrase “Home is where you hang your hat,” isn’t something I’ve ever given much thought until now. As
Limbo
Imagine you are a diver planning to jump off a sheer cliff into the ocean surf below. Don’t worry. You’re an experienced diver, celebrated for
Meet Libbie
We’ve well and truly done it. Rachel and I are living full-time in a house smaller any bedroom either of us has ever had before.
Day 31: Time Travel
Like Marty McFly’s travels back in time where he encounters youthful versions of his parents, my visit to Goshen, Indiana transported me back to the
Day 30: Going English
Today we concluded the three-day Canadian leg of our adventure. Skirting the southern fringe of Quebec and Ontario before settling into northern Indiana’s Amish country,
Day 26: We Have a Crush …
… on Farmington, Maine. One Last Chance Today, we spent our last full day in Maine. Tomorrow we cross into Canada as we turn the
Day 23: Testing the Waters
We spent four hours on Flagstaff Lake today, paddling five miles across and around it. This was new to us both. Even if not open