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	<title>Comments on: Home Sweet. *Updated*</title>
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	<description>Deplorable solipsism? The new face of literature? Or merely a clever procrastination device...</description>
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		<title>By: Starting with 536 E 7th St &#171; JaRuuds</title>
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		<dc:creator>Starting with 536 E 7th St &#171; JaRuuds</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:22:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] 10, 2009 at 6:41 am (Uncategorized) (house history)  Inspired by Alexa at Flotsam, here&#8217;s my home [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Flotsam &#187; Loose Threads.</title>
		<link>http://flotsamblog.com/2009/09/08/home-sweet/comment-page-1/#comment-355057</link>
		<dc:creator>Flotsam &#187; Loose Threads.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:28:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] when I said that my mother, father, and I got my uncle kicked out of his apartment? And then I updated the post because someone (MOTHER) called me a LIAR, and denied that such a thing ever happened? Well, I have [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] when I said that my mother, father, and I got my uncle kicked out of his apartment? And then I updated the post because someone (MOTHER) called me a LIAR, and denied that such a thing ever happened? Well, I have [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Marjorie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marjorie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 00:30:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found the house for you!  (Well, maybe.  But it&#039;s a steal, in a great neighborhood, so CUTE.)  In Mac-Groveland, on Jefferson, near Cleveland (not as many things to walk to as where you live now but still plenty), 1920s bungalow with 2BR, original cabinetry, under $200K.  That price is UNHEARD of in that neighborhood.  I was looking for a friend who isn&#039;t seriously looking.  Seriously, take a look.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found the house for you!  (Well, maybe.  But it&#8217;s a steal, in a great neighborhood, so CUTE.)  In Mac-Groveland, on Jefferson, near Cleveland (not as many things to walk to as where you live now but still plenty), 1920s bungalow with 2BR, original cabinetry, under $200K.  That price is UNHEARD of in that neighborhood.  I was looking for a friend who isn&#8217;t seriously looking.  Seriously, take a look.</p>
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		<title>By: Jessica</title>
		<link>http://flotsamblog.com/2009/09/08/home-sweet/comment-page-1/#comment-352811</link>
		<dc:creator>Jessica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 18:10:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I grew up in the Siskiyou National Forest.  A duplex rental on a dairy farm until I was 7.  Another rental on an abandoned farm with the most romantic overgrown orchard until I was 12.  Then we moved into the house my father built and one night a huge storm blew up the river valley and we heard a massive explosion.  In the morning Dad went up the hillside, into the forest and came back to report that the 500 year old Tan Oak we had named the Queen Mary had blown down.

Then I went to Finland for a year.  My first urban experience.

Then I lived in Coos Bay Oregon for a year.  Dying timber town.  Well it was dying then pretty much dead now.

Then I moved to Seattle.  Dorm, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment.  Coolest apartment - top floor brick building U-district.  Studio with parquet floors, original bathtub, leaded glass cabinets, high ceilings, great light (didn&#039;t need to close blinds EVER).  Then house divorce apartment and finally bought my own house five years ago.  I hate carpet too and often feel overwhelmed by being a home owner.  But nothing makes me feel prouder.  And I love my sketchy neighborhood (Beacon Hill) and I love my sketchy neighbors.  Yes, even the one who steals bikes and sells them for a living.  He bbq&#039;ed for my kid&#039;s birthday party.

Get the house, Alexa, and watch your daughter play in your yard.  It will make you a special kind of happy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grew up in the Siskiyou National Forest.  A duplex rental on a dairy farm until I was 7.  Another rental on an abandoned farm with the most romantic overgrown orchard until I was 12.  Then we moved into the house my father built and one night a huge storm blew up the river valley and we heard a massive explosion.  In the morning Dad went up the hillside, into the forest and came back to report that the 500 year old Tan Oak we had named the Queen Mary had blown down.</p>
<p>Then I went to Finland for a year.  My first urban experience.</p>
<p>Then I lived in Coos Bay Oregon for a year.  Dying timber town.  Well it was dying then pretty much dead now.</p>
<p>Then I moved to Seattle.  Dorm, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment, apartment.  Coolest apartment &#8211; top floor brick building U-district.  Studio with parquet floors, original bathtub, leaded glass cabinets, high ceilings, great light (didn&#8217;t need to close blinds EVER).  Then house divorce apartment and finally bought my own house five years ago.  I hate carpet too and often feel overwhelmed by being a home owner.  But nothing makes me feel prouder.  And I love my sketchy neighborhood (Beacon Hill) and I love my sketchy neighbors.  Yes, even the one who steals bikes and sells them for a living.  He bbq&#8217;ed for my kid&#8217;s birthday party.</p>
<p>Get the house, Alexa, and watch your daughter play in your yard.  It will make you a special kind of happy.</p>
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		<title>By: Nina</title>
		<link>http://flotsamblog.com/2009/09/08/home-sweet/comment-page-1/#comment-352790</link>
		<dc:creator>Nina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 12:07:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was fun to read. More, more! Also, carpet is a demon. Unhygenic and ugly. Hate, hate, hate, hate hateyhate.

I was writing you a comment on your previous post on house vs. flat, but had to abandon it because Garrrr Migraine, so instead here is &lt;a href=&quot;http://rainsinger.livejournal.com/273505.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;where I&#039;ve lived 1980-2000 &lt;/a&gt; in case you are still interested.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was fun to read. More, more! Also, carpet is a demon. Unhygenic and ugly. Hate, hate, hate, hate hateyhate.</p>
<p>I was writing you a comment on your previous post on house vs. flat, but had to abandon it because Garrrr Migraine, so instead here is <a href="http://rainsinger.livejournal.com/273505.html" rel="nofollow">where I&#8217;ve lived 1980-2000 </a> in case you are still interested.</p>
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		<title>By: BurbMom</title>
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		<dc:creator>BurbMom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:58:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Carpet sucks. Holds up to ten times its own weight in dust (Essentially comprised of dead skin and toxic flame retardants. Yes. True.). Counting our pennies until we can replace the wall-to-wall upstairs!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Carpet sucks. Holds up to ten times its own weight in dust (Essentially comprised of dead skin and toxic flame retardants. Yes. True.). Counting our pennies until we can replace the wall-to-wall upstairs!</p>
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		<title>By: Liz the PT</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz the PT</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 05:41:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>back and forth FOUR times.  i keep leaving out words.</description>
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		<title>By: Liz the PT</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz the PT</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 05:41:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i forgot about the flooring; i prefer hardwoods, but just got a dog and the hair tumbleweeds are driving me crazy.  the carpet in the bedrooms sure is nice in the winter.  interestingly, the family room of my parents&#039; house went back and forth between hardwood and carpet in the first 12 years we lived there.  the hardwood is very dark brown, which lends the room (fireplace and beamed ceiling) a strangely medieval air.  naturally, they put in brand-new off-white carpeting just months before getting a puppy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i forgot about the flooring; i prefer hardwoods, but just got a dog and the hair tumbleweeds are driving me crazy.  the carpet in the bedrooms sure is nice in the winter.  interestingly, the family room of my parents&#8217; house went back and forth between hardwood and carpet in the first 12 years we lived there.  the hardwood is very dark brown, which lends the room (fireplace and beamed ceiling) a strangely medieval air.  naturally, they put in brand-new off-white carpeting just months before getting a puppy.</p>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 03:09:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love this. I love houses, apartments, condos. Whenever my husband and I travel to a new city, we look at real estate listings, *just to see* what life there might be like. 

I grew up in Twin Cities suburbs (one house till I was five, another until college) but can&#039;t imagine living in a similar neighborhood now. I can&#039;t visit the old &#039;hood without singing &quot;Little Boxes/on a hillside/little boxes made of ticky-tacky.&quot;

We live in Mpls in an older and smaller house, close enough to the neighbors to see what they&#039;re having for dinner if we glance out the window, and we love it. We&#039;re allergic to home improvement projects, and having a small house and yard keeps the work manageable. We can walk to parks, sushi, ice cream, wine shop, bakery, Mexican food, pizza -- all the necessities of life. You should come be our neighbor here. :) The edges are just frayed enough to be affordable.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love this. I love houses, apartments, condos. Whenever my husband and I travel to a new city, we look at real estate listings, *just to see* what life there might be like. </p>
<p>I grew up in Twin Cities suburbs (one house till I was five, another until college) but can&#8217;t imagine living in a similar neighborhood now. I can&#8217;t visit the old &#8216;hood without singing &#8220;Little Boxes/on a hillside/little boxes made of ticky-tacky.&#8221;</p>
<p>We live in Mpls in an older and smaller house, close enough to the neighbors to see what they&#8217;re having for dinner if we glance out the window, and we love it. We&#8217;re allergic to home improvement projects, and having a small house and yard keeps the work manageable. We can walk to parks, sushi, ice cream, wine shop, bakery, Mexican food, pizza &#8212; all the necessities of life. You should come be our neighbor here. :) The edges are just frayed enough to be affordable.</p>
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		<title>By: Priya</title>
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		<dc:creator>Priya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 01:25:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1. I&#039;M DEPRESSED BY CARPET, TOO. And also I feel that it&#039;s somehow inherently dirty, much more so than hardwood is. Maybe it&#039;s because I have no block against Swiffer/Mops, but I have a huge hatred for vacuums. Funny how one neurosis so often ties into another.

2. I have always liked living in the city. Boyfriend wants to move to the suburbs one day so he can have a big house and a big yard and whatever, and the idea makes me feel terribly lonely, even if the event is 10 years in the future. I love living in an apartment. Maybe it&#039;s because my neighbors are all also young professionals and we gather in each other&#039;s homes to drink beer and play Wii tennis because everything else costs too much. Hmph.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. I&#8217;M DEPRESSED BY CARPET, TOO. And also I feel that it&#8217;s somehow inherently dirty, much more so than hardwood is. Maybe it&#8217;s because I have no block against Swiffer/Mops, but I have a huge hatred for vacuums. Funny how one neurosis so often ties into another.</p>
<p>2. I have always liked living in the city. Boyfriend wants to move to the suburbs one day so he can have a big house and a big yard and whatever, and the idea makes me feel terribly lonely, even if the event is 10 years in the future. I love living in an apartment. Maybe it&#8217;s because my neighbors are all also young professionals and we gather in each other&#8217;s homes to drink beer and play Wii tennis because everything else costs too much. Hmph.</p>
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