Farewell, Philly Urban Homestead

So we officially fly out in two weeks.  We're eating out of tupperware, we're eating--frankly--anywhere we can but here, the kids are playing with cardboard boxes and misfit toys that were not good enough to make the move, we're really hot (we shipped most of our fans), we're really grumpy and tired (ok, we're tired, I'm grumpy), the house is still a nightmare from which we hope to awake in Santiago, and we're having to say goodbye to everyone we love.  Not the easiest month we've had.  But God is good!  We're almost there!

We took these pictures for their sakes . . . so they could remember . . . 

Funny how we never took pictures of our house until we were leaving really (besides the one for Micah's baby book, because it had a blank that said, "Here's a picture of the house we lived in when I was born").

We planted that tree seven years ago--time flies!