I have reached and surpassed an interesting milestone. I have lived in this house longer than I have lived anywhere in my life. Is that weird? A friend that I would like to be more than a friend suggested today that I should move when she heard about my replacing rotted footings. I can't. I love the location, and so does Annie. Here, I can give her some of the things I had as a kid. She can go play outside, and I don't have to watch her constantly. She sees so many things in the surrounding environment that I love for her to see, and she gets excited about it. She has lived here since she was only a few weeks old, and she takes great security in this familiarity. I know that certain aspects of my life would be better if I lived in a city, but I can't do it. I might be able to if I had a significant other that required it, but right now, I don't see the point.
Enough rambling... There is a Dan Brown book that is calling for me.

Also, I need food...