Can there be happiness in the expected? The well-worn path? I used to think not. I am learning that happiness does not only exist in the novel, heart-thumping adventures of a gypsy. Happiness lives in suburbia with a sidewalk to shovel and garbage cans in the alley. Where culture is what you get at the doctor when your little one has a sore throat. Adventures abroad are in our future...but for now I embrace the adventures on Home Avenue.
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