For the past three years, it feels like we have been a bit like traveling vagabonds. Never truly calling one place home. Never quite finding our setting. Always shifting like the tides between different places, homes, and seasons of life. Always feeling a little stuck, and perhaps a little lost too.
We may not have always known why we felt pulled toward certain places, but whenever we did, we listened and acted on those feelings.

This is our first season of finally setting roots in places that truly feel like us. Places that reflect our family, our values, and the life we are intentionally creating.
Florida is our anchor.
Maine will always hold a piece of our souls.
So to say that we have finally managed to establish these two residences – these two anchor points of our lives – feels like such an enormous accomplishment.
We used to simply drift between multiple homes, settings, and places. Now, when we leave Florida, we come here.

To the mountains of western Maine.
To breathe.
To simply be.
To feel free.
Sometimes I cannot believe how much we have accomplished over the past two years, and yet I know this season is only the beginning. This year will bring even more.
We still have boxes to unpack, belongings to sort through, and more importantly, a Maine home that is truly ours to create.
A place to fill with memories.
A place to gather.
A place to return to.
Here’s to the blessings, the magic, and the intentionality behind this season of life. May it allow us to walk forward with a little more light in our hearts and a little more peace in our souls.
How do you establish your homes or your places of being?
What makes a place finally feel like home?