Snowed-in crowdies. Kids coming over to play and ignore me but I will still hear them and feel their presence. Oh, how I wish this house had a place to go that I could call my own. A room of my own, not the basement or our bedroom, but my getaway. This dream may be nearer than I think if we press forward with our upstairs expansion. In the meantime, I will conjure up that getaway in my head because there’s no getting away otherwise.