I love having a garage. Its sweetness is especially potent after the winters of my youth in Vermont. Scraping frost, chipping ice, sweeping snow. I hate when snow slips down into your glove, even after you've tucked your sleeve into it. And it's ironic that in the winter, when it's cold and more difficult to get out of bed, you actually have to get up even earlier to dig your car out. I know I will have arrived when I have a paid for garage (house attached).
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