We sold our house today. I would have cried more, except the closing attorney had Girardelli (sp?) chocolates. And now we’re back on the road.

It feels so bittersweet. I really, really miss Atlanta, and I don’t want to put down roots anywhere else just to have them pulled up again. If Atlanta isn’t my home, where is home? It was only home for 2 2 year stints, but it felt the most like home yet. I met my husband there, got pregnant there twice, though never gave birth there. Sigh…