My husband, Peter, is looking around our empty living room. “I’ll always have good memories of this place.” “I will too,” I assure him. We are packing up the last of our possessions and heading across the country in a few days. We won’t be coming back. This is the home Peter bought as a single person, when he retired a bit early. He wasn’t sure how much he could afford, but he bought this condo in the town where his sister, Lori, lived, sight unseen. Lori drove by the house and sent him a text. “Buy it!” she told him. Lori was his ...