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| A room of her own... |
Our youngest daughter and her family live with us.
They have been saving for a house and it seemed a logical--and
rather elegant--solution.
We have enjoyed these days together, probably more so
because we knew they wouldn’t last forever.
But now the house-hunting has started.
Now you have to realize that Youngest Daughter (hereinafter known
as Mama) has been here since her first marriage crumbled. Her little girl (LG) was
just past a year old and Mama needed the support as she went back to work.
Grandma got to spend her days with LG and routines continued
unabated. (Ooh. Good word.)
But now, with a wonderful new husband and a desire to ‘add
to their family’ (whatever that means…) they are getting serious about finding
a place of their own.
There are certain things they would like in their new home.
A garage is important so Mama can continue with her theatre carpentry at her
own home.
Things like a kitchen, living room, basement are a given.
And bedrooms.
And this is where other members of their family make their
wishes known.
LG has some particular demands. For one, she wants the
master bedroom to be big enough that her little bed can be parked beside her
mother’s. None of this ‘separate rooms’ nonsense.
Also, there must be a room for Grandma.
Soooo . . . at least two bedrooms.
Now we know what a real estate agent goes through.
