It's hard to describe where we moved with any kind of precision. Lela tried to roast me by calling it the suburbs but that is inaccurate (first problem is lack of any "urb.") Our apartment is the first floor of a semi-renovated farmhouse, pictured above, where an old-timey banging screen door, rutted driveway, and haunted basement meet granite countertops and modern appliances. Across the street is the old county fairgrounds, a baseball field, and many acres of corn.