"Someday we will both get a place of our own. And we will plant our gardens and eat from it!" She said, with stars in her eyes - a glimmer of the hope we both held onto. We were chatting as our littles played on the playground after church one morning. Both in a very similar place of being nomads, living with other people after having lived out of suitcases and boxes. "Yesssss. I want to have a house of our own. I want to plant a garden. It's going to happen. I'm claiming it.