
I was just out on the balcony thinking yet again this year how glad I am that we are on the third floor, right in the tree canopy. It's the closest thing you will get to a back yard in a city center high-rise. That being said, it will still be a few years before I have the down payment together for a house... and then I'll have a real backyard of my very own. And a mortgage. And a lawnmower. And weeds. Hey... wait a second!
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Oooh everytime I read this, I kinda wish you were in Ottawa...I live on the second floor of a downtown apartment and I'm also saving for an eventual mortgage and weeds and...uhhh...wait, where are we going wrong?! ;)
We should have been born into wealthier families... blame the stork who dropped you off on the wrong doorstep. *shrugs* It's what I do.
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