When you move out of your parents’ house for the first time, you start to acknowledge a new feeling that you’ve never had up until that point. Going home is never the same again. It’s still “going home”, but it’s not really home anymore, otherwise you would still be living there. I’m not really sure how everyone defines home, honestly.

So today I got asked about the tiny ninja hiding. And I had a feeling that since I will be posting more tiny ninja photos on Instagram, I will probably get asked more questions about them.  So… I figured the story would make a good blog post.  Here goes…

So Ricky and I have officially lived in “the Valley” for over a year now. We first moved out here over Memorial Day weekend in 2012. It’s weird, because a lot of times it still doesn’t feel like we live here.