Pass the aspirin (then again, I'm allergic to the stuff)

Handed in the keys yesterday. Funny how much I didn't care. I felt no yearn to stay. Even the view wasn't doing much for me. The house, while beautiful and large, had never been very homey. Down right chilly and hostile. A house meant to be photographed but not lived in, at least by people like us. A mature couple with far too much furniture who walked around with martini glass permanently fixed in hand, perhaps. It was a solution to a very big problem (aka the millipede house of horrors). But we almost did not move into it originally...