I have a confession. I miss the old house. I may be the only one though. My other family moved. The prows house is now bigger and better. They moved a couple blocks up the street into a freakin mansion. It's really, really nice and I know it's better for them but I miss their old diggs. You see, I lived in their old house for about a year in between my college years. I lived lavishly in their unfinished (at the time) basement and it was perfect for me. I have a lot of memories there- as I'm sure they do too. The little kiddos??? I'm pretty sure they prefer the new house. The back yard is stocked with kid funness. 
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