When Jimmy and I began dating, he had recently purchased a new townhome in a crack-den ridden, I mean, “transitional” neighborhood. He hadn’t really furnished, let alone decorated the place, unless you call having a bed, a living-room sofa set and a big-screen t.v. furnished. When we got married I got right to work in adding a woman’s touch. The neighborhood has continued to improve, but we knew that when we got married that the townhouse couldn’t contain us for long. For a long time we debated whether to move to the ‘burbs (new construction, more square footage and bigger lots for your buck but with a nasty commute to work) or stay in the city (expensive smaller lots with older homes but convenient to work and friends) and ultimately chose the latter,