Ohhh, how I wanted that house.
That's all I can think about as David and I ride our bikes past "the house."
"The house," as in, it's perfect for us.
"The house," as in, it was almost ours.
When David and I were planning to get married, we each owned a home. Our plan was to sell our homes and buy one together.
It would have made more sense if one of our homes was suitable for both of us. But he declared my home was too small and his very old home needed too much repair.
So, we went house hunting.