The sky in Iowa.
The line to cross the border into Canada. When we were coming back into the country, the American boarder guard did not even look at our ID's. He just chatted with us for a minute or two and decided we were ok.
The outside of our new apartment. White brick, a small porch off to the side. Some nice trees shading the windows. Fourplex.
John's face after we found the right apartment. Looking for apartments is tiring. We did a good job, though. We didn't get grumpy or fussy. I go into kind of a manic frenzy looking for the right apartment. John helped me stay a little more sane than I would have on my own.
