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It was seven years ago this weekend that I moved into my house. I was single then, didn't have a dog, and the walls were all white.
I remember being proud of myself for taking this big step, but also scared to death that now I had a mortgage payment due for the next thirty years. I'm so happy that I have Greg to share our home with. It's not really the building that you live in that makes a home, it's the memories and life we create together.