The view from our patio.
Ours is the bottom.
I just looked up the definition of the word and realized that quaint is not really what I mean. Apparently quaint implies old-fashioned or odd or strange, I somehow have been using the word incorrectly my entire life. I'm kind of sad, since I quite like the word quaint, but that's okay. I think what I really meant was charming or perhaps moving has brought so much peace into our lives that we have rose-tinted glasses when we look at our new apartment and neighborhood. Who knows?
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