A House is Not a Home Without You

For those in the military, home is more often a person and than a place. I was lucky to only move three times as an Air Force Brat and my parents have lived in the same house for almost 20 years so I had a home (eventually). Now I start that lifestyle all over again. But the idea of moving every few years doesn't sound too bad because as long as my husband is with me I have a home.

Doesn't mean I don't want a nice home to go with the trophy husband.

So when we found out where we were PCSing I began the search for the perfect house. No joke I would spend hours on different websites looking at houses and the different areas around Camp Lejeune. There is obsession and then there was me with my pad of paper and a list of houses I liked with the all the details and why I liked the house or not. With a legend that described those houses I loved to those I only kind of liked. Organized on crack!

At least it paid off because we now are the proud renters of a great house! 

It took a month of searching but as soon as I saw this place I knew I wanted to live there. Granted we have yet to actually see the place since I wasn't back in the states yet. We knew this house would go really fast so we decided to rent it without ever seeing it. 

I love our front porch!

Fire Pit on the Back Patio

This will be the first place Tom and I will exclusively refer to as home in a very long time. We have a running list of places we have called "home" since we started dating that at this point is about 11 different places.

On to the next project: House Decorating Notebook :)