...even when it's a good change. I couldn't list all the negative things about living in our house in Tarrant. It was a dangerous neighborhood. The driveway was too steep. We couldn't walk to check the mail. We couldn't walk anywhere. The front steps had fallen off the house. The main shower leaked into the downstairs laundry room. The floor around the main toilet was sinking into the laundry room. Speaking of the laundry room, the washer overflowed about every other month, creating a miniature Nile River through the room toward the basement. The garage door spring was broken, meaning I had to enter and exit through the kitchen sliding door, whose lock was broken and had to be "locked" with a bar from the inside only. I could go on. Literally. There's a whole lot more. But I'm sure you get the picture, and I don't want to bore you.
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