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It’s been nearly five years, one hamster, a new baby girl, and the puppy called Wolfie since we moved into this rental house with the faux bricks that keep falling off the kitchen walls.

We’ve kept telling ourselves every June – just one more year and then we’ll be able to move.

I really still believed it two years ago.

Last year I laughed and then I cried.

This year… well, keep reading with me over at my friend Ann’s where I’m sharing the rest of our rental story and what I discovered this year.

Maybe you can relate?