Wistfulness alert: This past week marked ten years that we’ve lived in this house.

It is the longest I’ve lived in any one place.

We had celebrations and memorials, holidays and illness. We’ve welcomed our third child, said goodbye to our beloved first dog and hello to our goofball second dog.

We’ve changed careers. We’ve struggled and we’ve prospered. We’ve suffered and we’ve triumphed. It’s been the home of my midlife.