Not only that, but when Katie asks me to take out the trash, I don't have to go down four flights of stairs and walk through the dirty, slightly creepy storage area. My marriage has improved considerably.
Not only that, but I feel no pressure to get all 18 bags of groceries in one trip...you know, sliding bags all the way up to my shoulder like an old-time watch salesman. You can just go back out and get the rest.
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oh the joys of living like we were raised! I never thought I would miss it so much, not until I moved back to Idaho from Nevada! The backyard and driveway were my best friends last summer!!!
Urban living is pretty much... not as good as any other kind of living (says one who spent the first 18 years of life in the woods). I LONG FOR a backyard every day.
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