home.

well, i haven't really written since we've been here, so here goes nothin'.

we love our weird little house. 

not so much the neighbors or the landlord or the realtor we have to go through, but whatever.

we're surrounded by the weirdest asians, most of which are related. 

we see crazy people walking down the street talking (and sometimes yelling) at themselves. rough.

we got a dog, and then we sold him. 

(for some reason we thought it would be fun to take care of two babies...)

we have no couches, but we just got some old kitchen chairs and fixed them up as nice as we can for now. they're cute, but not perfect :). 

at least we have places to sit.

we have books laying in beautiful, chaotic piles on the floor because we don't have a bookshelf.

we just unpacked the last couple boxes and hung up my kissing french couple picture.

the rest of our pictures i have hanging by a single tac. but i kind of like them like that. 

we live right by the airport and ikea, winco, walmart and taco bell.

we're told (and know from experience) that we live in the ghetto of portland.

we keep our doors and windows locked.

we have the lumber yard (for bikers like parley) and a skate park right behind our house.

we went and watched the bikers and skaters for an hour or so last night. arthur loved it.

and happy two year anniversary to us. 

the other day, we found a perfect little 3 bedroom house literally right behind chubbs' school and the rent was cheaper and the area was so much better and it was exactly what we wanted. my heart broke. 

why didn't i find that house before?...

we wanted to be close to the school so chubbs could ride his bike and we could save money on gas, but the closest and cheapest we found was this little place. 

3.6 miles away. 

which isn't bad, except that we live in portland.

and it rains all winter long.

now you know why my heart is broken. 

if we weren't so poor, or if chubbs got more than 16 hours a week at work, we could afford to back out of our year contract and snatch that place right up.

as it is, chubbs tries to act like he wants to ride 3.6 miles in the rain every day so i don't feel so bad.

never works. 

but i suppose life goes on. 

(what i really suppose is that i will never use the car in the winter, and he will drive. fine.)

and there you have it.

life.

and all it's glories.

we're happy.

with no couches and no tv and no table and piles of books and frameless pictures on the walls.