With the passing of another Thanksgiving, I'm reminded of all the things I'm thankful for, including my 1969 ranch house.
I love my house because...
1. ...its 1,500 square feet (including two tiny bathrooms) doesn't take a week to clean.
2. ...we all "live" in the same area. We can get away from each other, but there is plenty of interactivity in the main rooms of the house. Yes, this means we occasionally trip over toys in the living room, but whatever; it worked just fine for 1960s families!
3. ...it's affordable. My husband was laid off a year ago, but we've been OK financially, in large part because we were living within our means.
4. ...it's in a diverse neighborhood: retired people, young families, white people, brown people, disabled people, and the occasional homeless dude wandering down the main street.
5. ...we don't have to adhere to any crazy neighborhood association rules, dictating what color curtains we can have or for how long the garage door can remain open. Hell no! We do what we want and it all works out. Take my neighbor Bill's excellent Christmas light display (pictured), probably only 50% finished at the time of this photo. I'm not sure it'd fly in a fancier "community".
For instance: I attended a 3-year-old's birthday party recently at a new subdivision during which the association president came to complain about the petting zoo temporarily parked on the amenity center's lawn. That wouldn't happen where I live, friends.