Welcome to Cedar Springs
The air was hot, in a humid, sweaty way that beat out the harshest Seattle summer without even trying. Spared by the grace of AC, you and your husband Greg stared out through the windows of your ‘98 Subaru toward your new home. Greg, just starting to show a few grey hairs at his temples, smiled back at you, “So this is the place. A few hours to unpack the basics and we should be ready to call it a night!” After three days of driving, you were both exhausted. You'd given up your job and your...
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