We live on a really sweet, tree-lined street in the West Village. Ours is the brown building in the middle. It doesn't look that great from the outside, but it is pretty awesome.
Our apartment hosts a Home Church that meets up every Monday night. It is a huge blessing to have such a great group of believers in your home. It is a responsability though, because the meeting is essentially in the room that Sammy and I share. So we can't be slobs. At least not on Mondays.
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