Timehop told me that this week is one year since I found out that I had a home. After a year of living in my parent’s box room with a baby, I was finally going to have a house and Little Miss was finally going to have her own room. My sister’s birthday next month marks a year of moving in. I’m still working hard to make our house into a home, it’s by no means perfect but I don’t have the skills or the money to finish it off all at once. It continues to be a work in progress.  Even though I’m only twenty six, I have moved…