Today marks the end of the brick wall era — no longer will my yoga photos feature that crumbling (literally) facade, because this week we’re moving into a new house. No more renting for us; this new home has our names on it.

It continues to baffle me that I will have a tiny plot of the Earth to call my own. How is it mine? Of course, because we paid for it. But if you look beyond the money… how is it mine? How is it that I can call anything “mine?”

Today marks the end of the brick wall era — no longer will my yoga photos feature that crumbling (literally) facade, because this week we’re moving into a new house. No more renting for us; this new home has our names on it.

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