Did we live in Nebraska...or was that a dream??

Upon returning to Nebraska last fall, Ben and I knew we were going to move back to New York. We hastily put a little "For Sale By Owner" sign in the front yard of the house we had bought merely 9 months ago-the one we were still moving into-and that same evening, a man showed up at our door and was our buyer. "Ahahaha!! Maybe it's someone to buy our house!!", Ben had laughed that night as I walked to the door, wondering who was ringing our doorbell. It was after then that we stopped laughing. I guess, in the words of Ben's brother, Eric, when it's time to go, it's time to go.





So much for long good-byes!








And so much for Rochester winters....

This is New Year's Eve, when we arrived. We were so lucky to travel without even a hint of winter weather. After three days on the road, a billion dollars in gas, and bellies full of unsatisfying snack food, we pulled in and found the feeling we had been missing: settled. Oddly enough.