The house we built by Loree B. Sandler

The house we built, loved, and lived in for twenty years sold during the pandemic. We had six weeks to pack up and get out.

Bob said, “I’m sheltering in place with a yard, not elevator buttons.”
Bob said, “I’m never buying Illinois real estate again.”

We found a lovely house with a lovely yard (and a lovely landlord). We signed a 1-year lease, with the option for another.

Maybe the dog poop outside the door was accidental, but the theft of the BIDEN HARRIS sign was not.

Maybe no place will feel like home again. Or maybe any place at any other time will feel just fine.