Once, I didn't know that people in the United States actually lived, in this day and age, on dirt roads. Now I live on one. When the new house is finished, I will live off a dirt road off a dirt road off a dirt road.
Once, I got my mail by leaning out of my front door and opening the mailbox. Except for cold, the weather never touched me. Now, I walk to the end of a long driveway to get my mail. When the new house is done, I will walk down a longer driveway (if I'm lucky) or even out to the main (dirt) road to get my mail.
Funny, the turns life takes, hey? And you wonder why I'm a work in progress?