
Dear Home,
I really do love you now.  It's taken me these 7 1/2 years to finally feel like home in you.  It's really not your fault that those pesky creatures such as rats and mice find their way in. (Just when I say something like this I see a black streak across the floor and know I have visitors again.  I've made a few Walmart trips without automatically picking up another trap.  I think I should have just become a wholesale distributor of Decon.)  I've had to come to terms with the fact I live on a farm.  And well, farms have gross things at times.
Even though you have the smallest doorways on earth thus making us take out a window to get our new couch in, well I'm learning to live with it.  
The drafty windows..... well, nothing a little plastic and duct tape can't fix..... and fresh air is good.  Right?
I think I'll be redecorating and rearranging and redoing until I'm physically unable.  Even though I love my living room now, a few months from now, moving the couch to a new wall will freshen up the space and provide a new perspective... literally.  So, home, I have lots of ideas for you.....  be prepared!