We have a driveway. We've never even had a parking space before. Sure, there was occasionally room for a car in front of the building we lived in, but that wasn't ours. You couldn't count on it being there in ten minutes. Now, every time I go home -- bang! -- an area specifically designated for one of our automobiles. Now, maybe First Driveway isn't on the order of Baby's First Steps, or The First Day of Kindergarten, but it's gotta be worth something.
Also, we've never had a yard before. Or a garage. No basement, guest room, or fireplace. And speaking of the yard, we have 2 of them: front and back. You could say, "I'm gonna be out in the yard, darling, pruning the rosebushes." And I'd have to ask, "Which yard, we have two of them, and I'm not certain which one you were referencing."
I do kind of miss the old place, with its This-Is-Your-First-Home appeal. I miss the creaks in the floor, and the blue walls in the living room (it was like sitting in the middle of the sky on a clear day). But the new place is an entire place, and when I took the garbage out today -- walking down the Driveway, through the Back Yard, and into the Garage/Wood Shop -- it dawned on me that we'd never even had a parking space before.
I Heart You.
