Monday, June 15, 2009
When we moved from our townhouse into our new home in 2001, we were thrilled: we love that every kid can have his or her own room; we love that our bicycles and lawnmower don't have to live in our foyer or in the family room (sadly this is not an exaggeration for comic effect). Our kids still went to the same elementary school, which we loved. We could not have better neighbors (more than neighbors -- the best kind of friends), and our pretty little cul-de-sac ends in a lovely wooded area that abuts our property.
It's a good house, and a great home.