Lost at Home
I live in the suburbs, along a side of a street where quite a few of the homes look the same. I’d be lying if I told you that there hasn’t been a few times that I pulled into the neighbors driveway and walked right up to the front door before I realized I was at the Henderson’s and not the Klenske residence. The only reason I knew of my mistake was because of the nice Yard Markers my neighbors use to keep me out of their property. Whether it be address plaques or mailbox signs, I always know I’m at the wrong door.