Yesterday I had an open house. Of the fifty or so people that I invited, about thirty-five showed up at my new apartment on the seventh floor over looking a small but beautiful river and surrounding park. All of the attendees, save one, still live in owner occupied houses. They were curious to know how a life-long house dweller made a home of an apartment. The sun-shine and the sail boats on the river, along with the in-state wine and international cheese tray combined make my visitors just a bit envious of my perfect find.
This is a place that I can truly call “home”.