As we gear up for our move to Cincinnati, I’m starting to imagine what it will be like to live in a house again. I haven’t lived in a place where I didn’t have to share walls with neighbors, or climb several floors to my door, since I left home to come to Chicago for college. That was 12 years ago! Caramba. Of all the things that come with houses (basements! yards! drivewa—wait no, we picked the one home in Ohio without a driveway) I am especially psyched, given the stage of life in which we currently find ourselves, about the garbage disposal.