The townhouse was one of those rare dwellings in which only happy memories were made. We bought it after only 6 months in our first apartment.
It was so clean and lovely and full of light. We had friends over ALL the time.
I liked our neighbors, but they were odd. Our next door neighbor only left his house once or twice a day, and he always brought either a Little Ceaser's Pizza or a bag of McDonald's back with him. Once I snuck a quick peek into his living room as he was going inside and was shocked to see that the room was filled with floor to ceiling pizza boxes. He never threw any of them away!
Our other neighbors were a middle-aged couple with lots of kids. The husband seemed a bit simple-minded, but nice. One time I went out at night to get something from my car, and he was outside wrapped in a blanket. For some reason he panicked when he saw me and turned to book it back to his apartment. When he flipped around, his blanket swirled outward like a great cape, revealing that he was naked except for his underwear underneath. He ran all the way to the door with his blanket flying out behind him.
When Jason and I decided to build, his parents bought the townhouse from us as an investment rental property. We were sorry to leave our sweet home, but it was time to dig in roots somewhere and raise a family.
WBS- Jess.
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