The LA and I have just been on a signing binge; we're moving again. This time, to a house(!) with four(!) bedrooms, a large living area, a three-butt(!) kitchen with gas(!) stove, a two-car garage, and so on and so forth. Basically, it's about 1.5 times the space of here and better laid out to boot. We've been feeling rather grown-up; heck, we're going to have to buy a lawnmower, we've got a lemon tree to look after now... this is quite the step into adulthood.
Once we're settled, there will be a housewarming party. We will have many knitters descending upon the place.
Oh, and there's no HOA to give us grief. We're subject to local laws and so on, but we're not going to get snotty letters if I decide I want pansies in the front yard and there turns out to be some no-pansies clause in a phone-directory-sized book of Things You May Not And/Or Must Do. As long as it doesn't make the neighbours unhappy, we're cool. Recipe for being houseproud.