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This photo is not of our house, but it is what our house feels like to us. We are tucked under a large cedar tree in front, and I love sitting under it (or swinging in the hammock under it) because I feel I'm in the deep woods instead of a tiny plot of land, cheek to jowl with neighbors and roadways.
Telling my husband yesterday that the longest time I've spent living in any one place is 5.5 years. I spent an awful lot of my childhood being moved from city to city. Then I repeated in my adulthood, mainly because I rented and rents would be raised, or landlords would sell. When I did own my house with a former partner, that only lasted 3 years before we broke up. Bye bye house.
I look forward to being here with my darling for many, many years to come. We enjoy our house and yard projects, completing them slowly and on a small scale. Yesterday it was another annual ritual of spreading 2 yards of mulch in the back, where the lawn used to be. Some day, perhaps a pergola with grape vines and a plank table underneath.
My younger sister and her husband are selling the house they've lived in for 23 years. Empty nesters now, they don't need something quite so large. It's a beautiful old Spanish style house in one of the greatest neighborhoods in the city. I have no earthly idea what it must be like to live somewhere for 23 years!
I look forward to finding out.
Have a lovely weekend. Enjoy your domestic bliss.