The house where I live belonged to my husband before we met. When I moved in, we went through an awkward period of adjustment, since both of us were adults with complete sets of furniture, dishes, and the like. It’s not a big house, and it took a lot of shedding of personal belongings before we even came close to feeling like everything fit. I decided that, although the house was small, it would feel big to me if I just pretended that it was a house at the beach. My husband has indulged me in my fantasy, and when we did some work on the first floor and kitchen, we gave everything a beach-y feel. I set up the living room furniture to face into a corner of windows that look out on our neighborhood. In my mind’s eye you could sit on the couch and look out at the ocean. In fact, it was more a nook, of sorts, centered around the television. I tucked my big comfy chair right where I could get away from it all. It was my quiet place, and I ...
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