is this home?

We made the move yesterday and did our best to smoothen all the rough edges (gah - even thinking about all the little things that went wrong irks me now), but suffice it to say that we did it and collapsed exhausted on our new bed amid the clutter of our boxed up past.

Our room has a glass wall overlooking the city. Last night, Nikki and I moved the bed against it and spent some time in silence just looking at the lights, forgetting about all the stuff that still needs to be done.

Sometimes, I guess, you just need to stop.

And breathe.

(City is picture is not Manila, but Buffalo, NY)