6 years. We've been here for 6 years. For a lot of people, that's nothing. But for us, that's the longest we've ever lived anywhere. ever.

6 years of mowing the huge back and hilly front lawns.
6 years of snow blowing/snow shoveling the long driveway.
6 years of raking the helicopters when they fall in the spring, and the maple leaves in autumn.
6 years that a picnic table has sat in the carport and has been used once, maybe twice.
6 years that the upstairs of the garage was never finished.
6 years of dealing with whatever maintenance our bathroom threw our way.
6 years of bringing Cooper through the front door for walks and runs.
6 years that cabinets in the living room were never painted the same color as the rest of the room.
6 years of sitting on the carport roof (well, that may be just four or five).
6 years of many friends calling this place home.
6 years of never succeeding to grow flowers around the back (one year there were hanging baskets though.)
6 years of sitting on the swing, seldom but sometimes, and appreciating all this house means to me and so many, many other people.
Anything to add, anyone?

6 years- that's a pretty long time.