Although the werewolves seem to get most of the media attention, there are all kinds of were-critters out there waiting for the full moon to release their inner varmint. Tiffany and I happen to be were-hippies, and when the moon is full we start to feel our tendencies come out in force. Our thanksgiving celebration in Atlanta drug into our full moon celebration and the combination of family times and full-moon fever has made us restless for a new home. We've been in the airstream for 8 months now and as much as we've learned about ourselves and small-space living, I think we've begun to exhaust the opportunities for self-improvement that this particular experiment can provide. The tipi, unfortunately, has proven to be an inadequate patch for our leaking inner-tube of enthusiasm. What's next isn't fully formed yet, but something new for sure and hopefully just as interesting. But it's definitely time for a new experiment.


Thanksgiving in Atlanta; a wonderful trip for us. Stella was mellow on the plane and we got to see tons of friends and family. Four types of macaroni and cheese, three kinds of sweet potato casserole, and endless leftover-snacking.