I imagine that many would say that they never anticipate ending up where they actually are. City me would certainly never have agreed to this current arrangement. Until city me became pregnant me. And then pregnant city me became mom twice over.

We house shopped most nights. An old house. With a walkable downtown. Close to the country. Low taxes. A backyard. And of course at a steal.

Mario insisted that we look at all sorts of houses. Not just old houses. Until finally he confirmed, “I bring you to new houses, you don’t smile. I bring you to old houses, you smile.”

And there was one old house that I couldn’t get out of my brain. I still can’t get it out of my brain. And it’s our house, home. And city me agrees that our backyard is pretty killer.