View to the east.

This is what I see from the window at the top of the stairs. You can see all my neighbor's gardens stretching down the block. A garden is what we call a yard.

I grew up in a house in the suburbs on a hill. From the window at the top of the stairs, I could see all the way to the airport in South Bend. Here, I live in a house in the suburbs on a hill. From our bedroom window, I can look out across the city, across the bay, all the way to England, Greg tells me. So you see, I love it here. I love this house. I love being on a hill. I love sunny airy rooms. It's like home. If we ever truly lived in this house, valued at four times our house in N. Manchester though much smaller, we'd have to get rid of half our stuff. Maybe that's the message of the day. It's ok to do with less.