Meander

I think most women have spent some time worrying over the choices she has made. Lately mine have been (and they're not very original, mind you) will this house on the very Eastern fringe of a safe neighborhood and perhaps the southern fringe of a not-so-safe one be a good place to raise a family? Will another extreme repair in this big old house send us, shame-faced, to bankruptcy court? Did we make a horrible decision in light of recent Dan Ryan Expressway hell? Happily, on such a sunny, Sunday April morning, looking out the window and watching the birds in the yard investigate the Lillies and Peonies, or walking down the creaky stairs as the morning sun shines on the poorly-stripped and unpainted hallway, making them look sort of pretty for once, is a strong sense of certainty that this was the right decision for us. I absolutely love it. (I will, however, check back with you when reality comes crashing down after our next inevitable visit from the plumber.)