Perspective is everything. This becomes more and more evident as I mature. Today is no exception. As our move draws closer and the reality of moving down a socio economic class (or 2) is vibrating in my throughts, the riches that are before me shine like new. Our humble home, which on bad days I found fault, has now revealed itself to me as the palace it truly is. Solid, dry, comfy and safe but also beautiful, charming, spacious and ...well....our first home as a family. We live in beaver cleaver land as I like to call it. Virtually no crime, neighbors we consider family and a community that knows our names and watches out for Grant.
Yes I live in a palace and I plan on soaking up every last ounce of this experience before the moving truck turns the corner.