Home again, home again, home again....

We are not afraid.

Nanni is a bit confused about where exactly we live. Our third home (Boise, Cambria being the first two), was in Santee with the Howers. Lots of laughs, music, a new drum and talk, talk, talk.

Time keeps ticking and we needed to move on to our new digs. The sign above did not slow us down. Okay, maybe made us stop and smile. The owners' last name is Bates. We entered by the front gate and walked along the side of their house, through a smaller gate and came to our own private little patio. The apartment, or bungalow, has a bathroom, our own washer and dryer, a kitchen/living area and a bedroom. It is located in funky, old-surfer-dude Ocean Beach. I'll have more to say and show about that later.

But, for now, we are settled into Nanni's fourth home. She seems to take it in stride, except for last night. We had dinner at the Hower's and were heading back to Ocean Beach and I said to Nanni, "Want to go bye-bye? Want to go home?" She turned her head and looked at me with a question, "I thought we were home."