It has been an adjustment. We went from one level, to three levels. We are getting used to going up or downstairs everywhere we go. We had tile throughout the house in Texas. Here, we have carpet even in the dining room. We put plastic flooring under the table. At first, I didn't like the looks of it. However, the very first day here, Vanessa spilled milk, orange juice, and red punch under the table. Needless to say, the plastic stays no matter what it looks like.
We had a huge tree-covered back yard before. Now, we have this.
We store our bikes near the front porch. We have been here a month and I'm amazed they are still there every morning. In Texas, things that were left outside mysteriously disappeared.
So, there you have it. Mi casa es su casa. You all are welcome anytime!
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