After living in 20 rented units over 24 years, I was suddenly a homeowner – and I allowed my emotional detachment with where I live to finally fall away
I owned my first house when I was 10 years old.
My art teacher back then taught my class about different styles of houses, and let us design and make our own out of clay. Mine was a two-story Victorian with a steep roof and a fat gothic tower, with lacy white gingerbread trim that adorned the eaves.
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