My New Home

I moved into my house today. Three months and twenty-nine days after leaving America, I finally have a place that I can call entirely my own. The past three months and twenty-nine days were spent living out of a suitcase, a peripatetic wonderer, marveling and moving and being a guest and saying goodbye. But no more!

Now there is a place where I can put on my cowboy hat and dance to some good ol’ country music (yeah, that’s really what I did. I have no idea why since I never did that in the states.) Where I can brew an honest to goodness cup of tea with milk and sugar (and believe me, I am so jazzed right now, four months without that kind of caffeine will make you pretty excited!) And of course, put up my maps and hang my Estonian flag (random I know, but it’s the only one I own).