It’s hard to believe but it’s been 2 months since Provence, where I met The Courtyard, and experienced first hand the bliss of living in a place with a courtyard while simultaneously having a social life.  It’s a yard, that’s a court, hidden in the back of a non-descript and unassuming front.  The type of housing that I am looking for to buy doesn’t exist around here, not for less than gobs of money.  I am at times discouraged.  But the cheerleader says it is possible, you can make it so.  I just don’t understand the logic behind houses that have a gigantic front wrap-around yard that looks out onto traffic.  I also realize from past experience that home is where the heart is.  

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