My family has never been able to park a car in our garage. For most of my life, I was convinced that garages were places to store things and not to be used for anything else: second fridges, bikes, boxes that still haven’t been unpacked since our move, and an always-growing pile of things to sell at our next Saturday morning garage sale. There were early mornings spent pulling everything out so we could “go through it,” only to put almost everything back in, waiting for another forced family fun event.
Now, I want to park in my garage, if I only had one.
