Feels like home to me.

Home.  Where is our home going to be?

This is the question I've been asking myself since the day I found out about the addition of baby 3 to our little family.

 Until now, I've been perfectly content to roam around.  I wasn't ready to commit to a specific town or area completely.  I didn't want to put my stake down and call a place mine.  

I realize we've been building a home since the day of our wedding, nearly seven years ago.  A home built of tiny moments and big events. Of meals, and conversation, tears and, laughter.  A home of two people, then three, then four.  But the location has always been flexible.  The next adventure has always been just around the corner.

I'm a firm believer that home can be anywhere you want it to be.  Home is a state of mind.  I'm grateful for experiences that have shown me that I can be content wherever I go.

But, these last months I've been longing for a home.  A real home.  A life with roots and consistency. I'm no longer afraid to commit. It feels like everything in our life is leading us to this, like this new babe is going to teach us to settle down a little.

The discussion of where our home is has been ever on-going in our tiny house.  After much deliberation, we finally know. 

Seattle is our home.  It always was.  I feel completely at peace when I think of going back there.

Our girls were born in Seattle.  We spent our first few years of marriage there, and we learned to grow up.  It feels like home to me. I'm so happy to say that when our adventurous days in the bay are over in August, we will be heading home for good.

What about you?  Have you experienced the same struggle between adventure and settling down?  I would love to hear your thoughts!