We gotta go Tensions in our neighborhood were growing to a head.

We didn't have the neighborhood watch anymore so the parking lot had became a nightmare of drugdealing and violence.
Every time we came and went they all watched us come and go like hyenas.
Every time we opened our front door they were right there ion a big truck looking right at us. We were happy to get out of there.
To our delight, we learned that the house was an authentic 1922 bungalow.
It was adorable. So colorful, I could see us fitting right in.
Kate is pretty hip and fit for someone who has been around awhile.
Like us, she has a touch of the radical and is very interested in preserving the Portland buildings and people.
We hit it off.
The biggest perk of this situation has yet to be mentioned.
This house rent out rooms. The house runs like a resort. We would have to get used to living with a constant stream of strangers. Kate lives in the basement we will live in the attic/bungalow.
This room

in a wonderful house.