Love song for a little house
By the time I publish this post, our 1952 brick ranch on a busy Decatur corner will belong to someone else.
We have lived here for 12 years – longer than I have lived in any one place my entire life. We moved in with two cats, a toddler and a newborn and are leaving with two dogs, a teenager and an almost-teen.
I would be lying if I said that we never thought we’d move. We never really planned for this to be our “forever home.”Continue reading “Love song for a little house”