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Originally Posted by treetop 
With that out of the way I am happy to announce that we are moving to Petersburg! Are there any PSG Mama's out there? I thought we were headed back to Anchorage but plans have changed and we are spending the next 3 years there! Hopefully we can find a rental by the end of the month!
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We thought about Petersburg when we were preparing to leave Pelican, but after two years in a tiny SE town we decided we needed something on the road...I want to visit Petersburg at some point though, ideally for the "15 Mai" Norwegian celebration (unfortunately that clashes with DH being a school teacher

) Dh lived in Norway for a couple of years and it's in my ancestry. I have no idea when I'll be able to actually travel to Norway though, so I want to get to PSG...it feels reachable.

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Originally Posted by mckittre 
Hi. I'm the one from the article. And of course, there are many yurts in Alaska - Nomad Shelter in Homer made ours, and they're all over Homer.
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Yep, I'm in Homer.

There's a whole little 'village' of yurts on the edge of town, I think it's a store/visitor's center type of place (or series of them would be more accurate I guess!)
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Originally Posted by mckittre 
I guess it shows you what the rest of the country thinks of us crazy Alaskans! 
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Originally Posted by alaskaberry 
Haha. We're not the crazy ones...They are. Who wants to live in a stinky city with too many people?  Not me...
We need an icon for yurt-love. 
I'd love to live in a yurt, but convincing dp of that would fly about as well as the time I tried to convince him to build me an octagonal house.
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I'm not quite up for a yurt--I like having my own bedroom where I can close the door

and I REALLY like having indoor plumbing

Our dream is more like a hobbit hole...partially (even mostly) underground, grass and flowers growing on the roof... Hubby hasn't talked me into the round door though

Here's a funny that happened just moments ago as I was typing: DS is almost 3 (in a couple weeks). He's got the potty thing down, and can get his pants down, but can't get them back up himself...so he'll go do his business but then come waddling out to wherever I am--with his pants around his ankles--asking for my help. Just now he waddled up to me and said "mom, can you remember how to pull my pants up?!"
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