Nearly three years ago, my husband and I moved from New York City to a hillside Sicilian village. We’d bought a house here remotely, without seeing it in person until several months after the closing. During the unconventional process, my now-75-year-old parents, based in Colorado, were our biggest supporters. We had long phone calls, during
When I first moved in with my parents when I was in my twenties, I didn’t expect the deal to take me into my thirties. I stayed because, although it was different from what anyone in my social circle did, I was surprised by how much we all enjoyed it. In this house of three
