I went to the Gingerbread House yesterday to visit my old neighbors and see how Glenn was doing w/ the new digs - despite my fears, I didn’t rush in and rearrange everything. I miss the little place, but he’s done a great job - he actually did things I’d wished I’d done like add a hanging wine rack in the kitchen and put a rug in the living room. There’s even flowers popping up in the yard that never bloomed when I lived there - how cool! I think we’ll have to make those get-togethers a tradition. When you live in a place like that, you need to be able to come back and visit every so often.