The Moment of Truth

That special day had come where we came (Finally!) to England. We came into Heathrow Airport on Friday night at about 8:30 pm. We had hired a car to take us to Cambridge, so it took an extra hour and a half to get to our house. When we were almost there, we were wondering what the house would be like, and if Mom would still be awake. When we came inside, we greeted Mom with lots of hugs and kisses, and then we explored the house. It was much smaller than we all expected. My sister, Lydia, finally asked, "Is this the hotel or something?" I laughed at this, but I understood her thinking. It didn't seem like the house we were expecting at all. We shared walls with the neighbors, and it was quite narrow. It extends in the picture from the blue door to the white paint on the second level. We bike a lot, though, so we don't have to stay in too often.