Lucky for us (and the mailman), this is one move where we don’t need to change our mailing address.  Martin and I are leaving this “perfectly normal” house made out of tires for the week:

And we’re crashing in a bedroom at the back of a hangar full of airplanes (and unfortunately, airplane smells):

One of the conditions of living in a furnished home for a short period is being flexible.  The owner has guests coming.  They planned to come here way back when we were planning on moving to Germany.  So what can we do?  We’ve packed up a few things, and we’re trying to make everything work as I continue my flight lessons.  

It’s a little tricky to write about making a home in any manner that is practical for most people when your world temporarily revolves around airplanes and you’re sleeping 15 feet away from one every night.  So go ahead and tell your friends, “You know that really weird couple at Making This Home who lives in all these really weird places?  Bet you can’t guess what weirdness they’re up to now…”

I did meet a new neighbor, though.  Would you like to say hi?