"I'm home all day," I said, now desperate to move. "I want sidewalks and a park I can walk to... I want friends."
That spring, we closed on a new home, one that felt more like me, one we couldn't afford when we'd first married but five years later found manageable. Upon touring it, I fell in love with it. It was a home that gave me hope. The view from the upstairs windows reminded me of the one from my parents' home in Ithaca, NY: long and narrow lots, backyards that touched, detached garages and sidewalks to connect neighbors. Driving through this neighborhood, I saw moms pushing babies with toddlers ambling behind them.
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While I flew our boys cross country to visit my family, Matt moved us. It always surprised me how much the division of labor split along gender lines after our children were born. It seemed the only way we could get work done. Gender Roles Reversed: Stay-At-Home Husband
I'd learned a home could make you unhappy. But could our new home make me happy, and therefore us?
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