As I stood ready to say goodbye, I shuddered. We’d been through a lot: four children, celebrations, the death of loved ones and my divorce. For 35 years, my girlfriend held my hand through it all, but it was time to let her go.
In 1982, my former husband and I went on the hunt for the perfect house. It was a buyer’s market and properties sat, allowing shoppers time to make their choices. After a month of seeing everything there was to see, we decided on a ranch-style home in a quiet enclave in south Los Altos.