Our house

Well, the move to Beantown has begun. Sort of. As we speak, most of our belongings reside in a storage unit. Other than that, our necessities (and things that would otherwise melt in storage) are residing in "the poolhouse." Now, it's not really a poolhouse seeing as there is no pool; it's more of a reference to Gilmore Girls when Rory lived in her grandparents' poolhouse. You know...ritzy neighborhood where the garage is nicer than anything I've ever parked my car in.

Why are we staying in the poolhouse? Well, we decided to try our hand at landlording. Nothing like having to watch over some stranger living in your house while you're states away, right? Actually, we decided to hang on to the house while we're gone. We found some great renters who are going to take care of the house while we build equity. Nice. But we had to get out so that they could get in. Thursday. June 1. We aren't ready to move to Boston, so it's goodbye Normandy, hello poolhouse.

It's been exactly three years since we moved in. Wow. We love that house. We will miss it. We're grateful for the wonderful memories we will always have.