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Vancouver Lane

Kenzie and Drew decided to settle in Floriduh.  It means my dream of getting everyone back to Northlandia is dashed.  It means I will have one foot in the North and one in the South for the foreseeable and unforeseeable future.  Harrumph.  

They purchased a home in Largo.  Real house.  Real yard.  Real grass for the kids.  Equity and all that.  It was an exciting time, but hectic, too.  Two moves - one week. 















This is the casual TV room just off the kitchen. 



Kenze in the kitchen.



Norah in the formal living/dining room.



Drew cooking out for his movers with his new Weber grill.

The middle pics were from Zillow and the listing.  I'm happy they found it in a great neighborhood and school system.  New also is a hound named Ginger.  Yes, its a red-head like all the other girls.  And I'm just down the street at a place called Waterboard.  I guess if you have to be in this god-forsaken Hellspot you might as well have a nice house.  A good place to plant their roots.  For me, I'll keep my roots to myself until I am living out my days not so close to the equator.





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  1. Holly and MarkOctober 3, 2016 at 10:03 AM

    Wow! Nice digs. Bet the girls will love the yard and we need pix of the newest redhead!

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