I’ve lived in condos with jaw-dropping views from sunrise to sundown; I’ve endured cramped apartments with windows that barely opened an inch from the frame; I’ve resided in high-rises with more amenities than residents; I’ve spent A/C-less summers in New England with an entire attic to myself; Heck, I even lived at a hotel for a few years in college because of a student housing crisis at my university. Recently, my wife and I moved into our first house together and we’ve been awe-struck by the possibilities of having a backyard, and of making the new space ours. So what have I learned through all of my home-hopping experiences throughout the years? It’s something that people far wiser than I have touted since the beginning of time: Home is where the heart is. In many respects, a house is just a house. But it’s the love that you carry with you wherever you go that truly has the power to transform your perspective and the way you live, no matter what your address.
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