The great thing about moving to Charlotte (yeah, that’s on again, it seems) is that Mark and I both found our ideal houses there. Mine’s the Craftsman on the left, his is the Tudor on the right, each is in Dilworth and neither is within our means. But we’ll be a helluva lot closer to our goal there than we ever will here…
Anyhow, as much as I’ve kidded the hubby about falling in the love with the exact same neighborhood in 27 different cities, we’re pretty much compatible with respect to this issue, and I could live quite comfortably in a Tudor if I had to, thanks…
Unrelated: much like a good deed, no two-week vacation ever goes unpunished either. Remind me to go into how much this week sucks, if I ever have a second. Or don’t…
