A quarter of a century ago I lived in the garage behind my current home. The house belonged to the grandmother of my boyfriend. We have been dating since we were 21. I moved into the garage with him after only knowing him for a week. It never occurred to me that I was being impulsive.
That door covers a smaller door into the small space that was our home. His grandmother put a bathroom on the back porch of the house – where the laundry room is now. We had a fridge and a gas stove. We slept on a couch against the back wall of the garage.
We would play D&d and hang out and live our lives in that garage. One night the boys got me laughing. I threw my head back in laughter. The garage is made of porcelain brick. I cracked one with my head when I threw my head back laughing. (nice little concussion)
Now that garage is behind my home. sometimes the little changes are huge.
Pattimouse 
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Pattimouse – Old home, New home, and a bump on the noggin
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How we find our homes, in the, most, unusual, places…
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I never realized how much of a gift that garage was. I really took for granted that place. his grandmother didn’t charge us for the utilities or anything. the only bills that we had then was car based, phone, and food. It really was a blessing.
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