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This blog post comes at a great time in my family's life. Tonight is the very first night that we are all sleeping in our new house. That doesn't sound like a very big deal; I see a lot of commenters are well past a dozen. But for the last sixteen years, my parents have been building their dream home...in the backyard. My dad is a steel contractor, and this house is his pièce de résistance.

While I have only considered two, now three, places home (my first two dorms and study abroad host family's house not counted), it really comes down to quality and not quantity for me. This house is more than just that. It represents two dozen years of planning and a lot of patience on my mom's part. It is the pride in craftmanship. This house and I grew up together, and now that we're officially moved in, it feels like my adolescence is officially over. The house isn't finished -- the master bedroom is still bare studs, the bare bathroom window is an exhibitionist's dream, the living room furniture is still mismatched, the bedrooms room are composed of only a bed and a lamp -- but it already feels lived in and loved on.

So to answer the question: three homes. One doublewide trailer, one historic apartment in Charleston, and now, the dream home.