Hoasnna!

So here's a little Easter message I saw at a church not far from my house in Morgantown. It's been this way since, oh, the end of April. Before I left for Iowa, I just had to go over and take a picture of it.

And now . . . HOASNNA! I made it to Iowa! 17 and a half hours after I first climbed into the cab of a 26-foot Penske truck, pulling my little VW Bug behind on a tow dolly, I pulled up here:

Here's my new home for the next year! 1950's vintage ranch house with a partially finished basement, a detached garage (um, not meaning to complain, but why isn't it attached instead?), three bedrooms, and a big back yard with play equipment. If you want swings, a climbing wall, trapeze bars, or slides, I'm your go-to girl. Just come on by.

Pictures of the interior to follow in another entry. While mowing the lawn Thursday morning, I had one of those "Hey, I really live here!" moments. I have to say that mowing THIS lawn, even though it's substantially bigger than my lawn in Morgantown, is MUCH easier. There's something beautiful about flatness. Yeah, I liked the winding roads and picturesque drives in West Virginia, but when the horizon opened out and I saw a wide panorama of blue sky and lots of corn and soybean fields, I was a happy, happy person. Iowa feels like home. I'm back!

Now if my Morgantown house would just sell . . . anyone want a house?