Change Happens
And most things these days cost more than coins. We have decided to move to a place that will fit our not so traditional family. We ran across this house while driving through Decatur (Debbie's old haunt), which is an "intown" city/suburb next to Emory University and east of Atlanta proper. The house was built in 1930, and is thus a comparably "new" house. It has been nicely renovated so that Debbie and I can live in the attic and John in a very livable basement with its own entrance. The original space on the main floor has two bedrooms and will accomodate Courtney and guests. We think we can complete a contract on it and close in February.
Moving, with all the work involved, is not what we would have considered, especially from our 100 year old Craftsman, but change can be good. John is excited about having a "place" of his own and Courtney, who has been in the house may like it enough to want to join us, I fear.
We currently have workmen in the house refinishing woodwork, and I've refurbished the attic and basement. Currier and Ives never pictured a Christmas the way we seem to live them. On the other hand, I don't suppose I've ever been happier than I am these days. "Bedlam" was a home in England to which the insane were commited long ago. It might be a good name for our new home.
