Finally. I no longer have to use the "Apt" box when filling out forms on...well, anything.
I no longer have to worry if I'm going to bang my car door into my neighbor's when I'm pulling a squirmy toddler out of the car.
I no longer have to do the Duck Shit Swerve when walking outside with Sasha.
I no longer have to walk further than 20 feet to do my laundry.
I now have a guest bedroom. WITH A BATHROOM. ON A SEPARATE FLOOR. Come, guests. COOOOOOOME.
I now have a garage. It's like a walk-in, double-wide, of-Kimora-Lee-Simmons-standards-sized storage closet! (ok, the floor is crappy concrete that I can tell is impossible to keep clean. Whatevs. Can't have it all.)
I now have a yard. And I mean, a yard.
I now have horses across the road and horses in my backyard.
Hello, Zen. You're a little battered but mostly charming.
