It didn't give me the fireworks, the rose petals, and the peach muffin I got when we came here to look for houses -- and yes, I'm being literal there: when I arrived here to look for houses, the airport carpeting was strewn with rose petals under my feet. But the quieter good of having the house in the first place, of having home be home, is better than rose petals any day, in my book.
Home home home.
It didn't give me the fireworks, the rose petals, and the peach muffin I got when we came here to look for houses -- and yes, I'm being literal there: when I arrived here to look for houses, the airport carpeting was strewn with rose petals under my feet. But the quieter good of having the house in the first place, of having home be home, is better than rose petals any day, in my book.
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