I live in a condo. It's really my dream home. Every morning I wake up and hug myself because it's like living in a doll house. I found this place by knowing what I was looking for. I had lived in our big family home for forty years, and it was hard to move. To tell the truth, I was afraid that I'd feel I was beginning to lose all of the things that are important in my life. But a deteriorating hip meant I could no longer manage stairs, so a decision was in order. Before I even began looking, I made a list of all the things my new home would have to have. I needed a private front entrance, to be able to look out my windows and see vistas of green, a private garage where I could bring the car to the kitchen door and there were other things, too. To my surprise, I found exactly what I wanted - and then I learned that no matter how carefully you make the list, you need to recheck to b e sure you haven't forgotten anything - because I did forget one thing. Upstairs neighbors.
My upstairs neighbors are lovely people. Only last night, they invited me to their home for a wonderful dinner. They have three children. Three beautiful children. Three lively active noisy children. You see, it rains a lot in the Pacific Northwest and when it rains, it's hard for little kids to play outside. So they run up and down the hall, and they do jumping jacks in the living room. At least thank goodness, by bedtime they're very, very tired and sleep well at night, but when you are making a selection of a "right sized" home, be sure that everything important is on your wish list.
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