ty Byz and Lynn... thinking back, the happiest time for me was when aj's dad and I had nothing. We lived in this horrible apartment and we both worked. I was happy even in the nasty apartment. THen we moved to a nicer apartment and I was delighted. Wasn't fancy but very comfy. Apartment building was only three levels and we lived on the top floor.. I loved it there. Again we were both working, but at that time working together... Then we moved to an ok townhouse. I hated it there. Then we bought our first house, which was ok I guess. the house was very nice but we were not on the same page or lacked the working together.. THen we bought a beautiful house. We were happy for awhile but we again were no t on the same page. Seems the more material things we accumulated, the less happy I became... Either I was stupid, or I needed emotional connection... Think more imporant than "material things" would be an emotional connection and working together.... So I guess having nothing and feeling cared for was more important than an expensive sofa...

Gosh we used to go to the furniture stores and go to the back room where the damaged furniture was and get these great deals. A table had a small scratch on it and we would get it practically for nothing... All our furniture came from the damaged furniture area.. And we were so proud and happy... Then the new, expensive things came, but we were by then lacking "connection...I wasn't happy. shrugs shoulders...