Come Home with Us.

It’s hard to believe, but there was a bleak, sad time before I knew Vore. I know. Sniff.

During that time–we’ll call it The Dark Ages–I bought a 3-bedroom suburban townhouse close to where I grew up. Vore bought a swank (yet tiny) downtown condo. When we got married, space won. He moved in with me and we kept the condo as an investment.

The townhouse is super cute…

…but it’s got some downsides. Vore went from a 5-minute commute to a 40-minute daily trek. We’re kind of far away from the action. And honestly, this will always feel like “Veggie’s place.” So today, our townhouse goes on the market. It’s bittersweet but exciting.


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