I've lived in many places, more than I care to count. When I "grew up," I decided to buy a house (with dear hubby). It hasn't really stopped us from moving around so much, but at least we now have a consistent place to move back to each time (which I've actually lamented more times than not, just ask my mom!). But even though we've owned this house for six years, it has never really felt like home in a comfortable way. This time around, we expect to live in it for about a year, and we're really moving in - buying furniture we like, getting rid of stuff we don't, and putting up decorations. Raccoon told me today, "I like living here." Finally, I could actually say, "Me too."
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