The house is sold and as of 12-22 (yes, three days before Christmas) we are residents of Boxborough.  We have a renovated 3 bedroom apartment in an old farm house that feels very much like our old house.  Roomy and abutting conservation land, we have plenty of birds and wildlife as before.  We’ve traded the noise of Rt 2 for a much quieter Rt 111 and are all very thankful.  The walls are painted warm and rich from the sterile white template landlords insist on, and the pictures are hung.  The floors are christened from the many teenage gatherings that happened over the Christmas break.  It felt like “ours” in a very short time.  Everyone who see it says it feels just like our old house, even though the colors are all different.  I guess it’s true what they say; “Home is where the heart is.”