Here is another place I have lived. It was a rental home, and the owner lived in the house behind this one. When I lived at this location however, the home in the back was a small one level home. A wall between two bedrooms was knocked out so the master bedroom was hugh!
This is the first place since living on my own, that I owned dog. He was a gift from my boyfriend. My dog was an Eskimo Husky, which I named Levi. There was a park up the hill where I would walk to and play with Levi. I really couldn't let him run in the backyard as it was not fenced in. I will have to do some digging to find a photo of Levi, I must have one somewhere.
I remember painting the kitchen in this house, yellow. This was the first painting in a home outside of my parents house that I ever did. We had big parties here, the backyard was endless! I loved the front porch, wish I had one now. I would sit on top of the wall of the porch, water the lawn and watch cars go by. It was so peaceful.
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