I was talking to a friend who just moved to Lindon. It was obvious she was ecstatic about her new abode. I asked her if it was her forever home. My what? Your forever home. The place where you can drop roots until you die and just be so happy forever. She answered with a resounded yes. Good for her. But I was so confused that someone could find a house to live in forever that wasn't on the beach in mild weather. I forget some people love the snow. And crowded places. They're not for me.
This is my forever home...
Here's the view...
My kid's play spot...
Our grassy spot...
And finally the house...meh, pick one. They're both awesome.
So I might have champagne tastes on a beer budget, but I take forever pretty seriously.
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