We have just completed another week of being nomadic again. Sometimes it sounds adventurous and sometimes it just sounds like being homeless. 

We’re not quite sure when it will end. It’s all dependent on visas and ticket itineraries. But it has been a season of being nomadic none the less. 

In some ways it’s fun. Ever wondered what it’s like in the daily grind right in the middle of someone’s world? Transparency creates no cliff hangers. 

And in some ways I miss just having a space of our own. Where we seem to belong. Where we can unwind without expectations. Or maybe that’s an expectation in itself. 😉

A chest of drawers could be so nice. A chest of drawers that we don’t have to unpack in a week. Or at least just somewhere to put our things that might actually stay in the same place for months. Just maybe.

Dear ones, I’m really in no way complaining. Our precious friends and family that have opened their wonderful homes to us are ever so generous! Ever so amazingly generous!!! We are so thankful. So blessed. 

So while we look forward to a place where we can put away the suitcases for a good while, we have felt “home” through the arms of our loved ones. 

Thank you for taking in this brood of nomads as the season’s winds rustle up change. 

– Thankful, grateful and beyond blessed in the midst of it all.