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Home
For most of my life, home was my mom’s house in my hometown. We moved there right after I turned four. My sister and I spent the next several years building elaborate My Little Pony villages in the basement playroom. I spent hours on my pogo stick in the driveway where my dad parked until
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Like Molasses
I feel like I am moving in slow motion when it comes to house projects. An example. One of the things that most excited us about the new house was the finished attic space. There is a legitimate bedroom up there, and right next to it there’s a funky, finished room with a skylight. We
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Piano, Resurrected
I started piano lessons this week. I’ve been wanting to get back to lessons for several years but have hesitated for various reasons. One reason is that for the past several years I’ve also been applying for jobs, and it’s hard to commit to lessons when you have no idea what your life is going
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You can never go back.
We sold our old house this week. I drove by it on the way to work on Thursday morning–staring at the orange door, knowing it was no longer mine to unlock. I know that house will start showing up in my dreams soon. And it will probably make me dream-cry. Does anyone else cry in