There are so many versions of us.
There’s the Chicago version. In Chi-town, we lived free and whimsically, albeit out of a 300 sq. ft. studio apartment, complete with a murphy bed (the one that folds down out of a wall). When we hosted a friend overnight, she took Tim’s place in the bed. Tim slept in the closet.
There’s the Village version. We lived in a rustic village in the middle of Central Asia. Yet, in the midst of the depleted brokenness of a simple and basic life, we found a beautiful home that our hearts have never left.
There’s the Kansas City version. We came to the conclusion that Kansas City happens to you… you don’t choose it. And in that “happening,” you’re surprised at how much you love it.
That’s not even to mention the Turkey version. The Colorado version. The parent version. The academic version. The broken version. The joyful version. The confused version. The nomadic version. The version that longs for something more…
We are so many things.
But the one we like the most is the version of ourselves that has been through it all together.
We’d like to think that if you met us, you’d like to hang out with us – spend time at the table, grab a drink, converse about the deep, beautiful and real things of life. We love to linger. Until then, now’s your chance to know the version of ourselves in written form.
Tim and Joanna are In Written Form.
The Nordic version 
The Turkish version 
The romantic version 
The village version 
The happy-family version
In Written Form 