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Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep
Brother’s got a date to keep
He can’t hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
It was early in the year; it was either late January or early February. We had talked about getting a place together and thought we might start looking. Meanwhile, a friend mentioned new construction at a nearby neighborhood. However, we weren’t looking seriously; it’s not as if we had specifics on square footage or neighborhood or the like… nor did we really think about the price range. Certainly, we simply knew that we wanted to be together.
During a sunny weekend morning, I program the address into the GPS. I subsequently follow the cryptic directions, but it takes us nowhere. Quizzically, this isn’t even remotely close to what the address describes. Next, I pull over and ponder for a bit; it takes me a couple of minutes to piece it together… My GPS is a few years old, and this is new construction; this road is not on the map yet.