The Room Where it Happened

 

No one really knows how the game is played
The art of the trade
How the sausage gets made
We just assume that it happens
But no one else is in
The room where it happens – Lin-Manual Miranda

The townhouse complex that we have lived in for almost 14 years is composed of units in about four different “flavors". When we moved across the street two years ago we chose a unit with the same layout as our previous home. Much better appointed, if I do say so, but other than the nagging issue of a switch being on the other side of the door than our previous home, the same basic layout.