The lady who owns the house we currently live in has given us a 6 month notification to leave the house. Her eldest son is going to live in it and use it as a recording studio. So we are once again homeless and on the lookout for a house with a yard (afterall two big hunting dogs do like the comfort of a house, but they also like to be absolutely covered in mud, if you know what I mean). You might see my entire family living under a bridge, dogs and parrots included. I would love to buy a house in Gamboa, but that seems a far away possibility. Mom and I moped around the house today in a sort of stunned early mourning for this place we've come to call home. We even put on our eviction faces (it's the overly, dramatically sad faces). But more than anything we just goofed around. Everything is going to be all right. I have to believe that a house isn't what makes a family; it's the people who do.
