Living With Kids: Julia Milton

Julia, her husband, and their three kids have been living in a pre-fabricated home in Phoenix, Arizona for a couple of years — and it has been a wonderful fit. Not only did it allow them get into a home for a much lower price than they would have paid for a similar sized traditionally-built home, but that lower-cost purchase has allowed them to pay down other debt and get into a more secure place financially. Julia’s zest for life, and her love of parenting, come through in every sentence. She’s also very passionate about trusting your instincts, and doing what you know to be right. Welcome, Julia!

Hi, my name is Julia and I live here with my husband, Ben, and our three kids, Petra (5.5), Corwin (4) and Theo (2). Ben is a fifth grade teacher and runs the D&D YouTube channel Questing Beast. I’m a stay-at-home mom who likes knitting, needlework, and patchwork because I’m 31 going on 97. Like a good Millennial, I also have a YouTube channel, The Great Green Room, which reviews picture books.

Before I had my second baby, I had the idea that all our kids would be generally alike. I don’t know where I got that idea. I’ve worked with kids almost all my life — my family was a foster family starting when I was eight and there were babies and toddlers in our home more or less constantly for the next decade. After that, I worked at day cares and as a nanny. I know full well that even the closest of siblings can be miles apart in personality!

When my kids want to do something, Petra stomps her feet and demands it, Corwin bats his eyelashes and tries to sweet-talk me, and Theo stares right at me and does it without breaking eye contact. They ignore their toys in favor of emptying the kitchen cupboards, and gamboling among the pots and pans while I’m trying to cook. They creep into my room at 6 AM to whisper “what are we having for dinner?” into my slumbering ear. They give me big hugs and sticky kisses and bring me their treasures to inspect and share. They’re my sweet little harbingers of chaos, as is right and proper, and I love them.

We moved to Phoenix from Portland when Petra was eight weeks old. It was awful. Portland, Ben’s hometown, is a lovely city. We met at school in California and I moved there after graduation. We were married there two years later. It was so hard to leave that beautiful city; hard to leave our bright corner apartment with the picture window that overlooked a green field.

But this was the recession, and Ben had been laid off from his copywriting job months before. We’d been living off what I made as a nanny and what freelance jobs came his way, but there just were no full-time jobs to be had that could support a family in a city as expensive as Portland. So when a family friend referred Ben for a teaching position at a charter school in Phoenix, he jumped on it right away. He flew down to interview for the position two weeks before my due date; two months after Petra was born we were moving.

We moved to Phoenix at the end of June. The day we drove into town it was 114 degrees in the shade. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced that kind of heat, but it is like a living thing — a living, deadly thing. The city itself was brown, mile after dusty mile of chain stores and strip malls baking in the heat, surrounded by the traditional border of prickly pear, lava rock, and assorted garbage.

To say Phoenix didn’t make a great first impression is a massive understatement. Also, Petra was on a nursing strike and I had no idea what to do about it. And did I mention we were flat broke? We scraped our savings account clean putting down a deposit and first months’ rent on our new apartment and lived off family generosity and our good credit until Ben’s first paycheck came through — in six weeks.

I’ll never forget that time. We had to learn so much so fast. We had barely been married one year, with a brand-new baby in a new city we hated. “Stressed” doesn’t even begin to cover it. But we moved forward. Petra learned to eat. The adults learned how to keep a bare-bones budget; learned how to look at our bank account after paying the rent and decide which utilities bill we could postpone; learned how to work magic with the grocery list to make our WIC vouchers count for as much as possible.

On Ben’s birthday, several of his students got him gift cards to Starbucks and other places. It was such a treat to drive through and order a fancy coffee like it was nothing!

Best of all, as the months passed something strange happened — Phoenix started to grow on me. Turns out, it only looks like a featureless wasteland from the outside. There are all kinds of interesting things to do and places to go, tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurants and small family businesses — you just have to look for them.

Right across the street from our apartment was an enormous Asian grocery store. I would put Petra in her stroller and just wander the aisles. When we had a little extra in the grocery budget we’d buy something fun, like a bottle of Japanese soda pop, or a package of naan. Through Ben’s school we learned that the public library system had a huge book sale every year, with kids’ books for 10 cents a pop. We still have some of those picture books.

And the winters! I would walk with Petra through the neighborhood adjoining our apartment. It felt like magic. Seventy-degree days. Citrus trees overhanging the sidewalks. I could put up my hand and a lemon the size of a football would drop into it. On days like this, the dead, dry summer seems a million years away.

Gradually, our financial situation evened out. We paid off our credit card debt, started paying our bills on time, built up our savings account. We had Corwin. That’s when things in our apartment started feeling a little…close. For reasons best known only to themselves, the architects of this particular complex decided to put as few 90-degree angles in the place as possible. Our bedroom, which we were sharing with a very restless Corwin, was an irregular dodecahedron. Not a great shape for fitting in an extra crib. The people below us did not love living below a couple of stompy little kids, and really, who could blame them? It was time to find a house. Preferably one with rectangular rooms.

When I was a baby, my dad took out a number of savings bonds for me. I had never spent them. We could have accessed them anytime, and when we were struggling financially it was definitely a strong temptation. but we didn’t because we were waiting for this moment — when we were financially stable enough to take care of a house once we’d bought it. The savings bonds formed the backbone of our down payment. We did the math and settled on an upper limit of 130K for a three bedroom house. Then we went to work.

We saw a heck of a lot of houses. Some of them were easy to turn down. This one was too far from Ben’s work. That one had an extra room tacked on the back that didn’t show up on any tax information. (This was an oddly common situation. No, thank you!) Other houses were covered wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling with bright-white bathroom tiles. Once we walked out of a promising house to observe a drug deal going down across the street.

I don’t know how we started looking at manufactured homes in particular, but once we started we knew we were on the right track. They were far cheaper for comparable square footage, and many of them were either new or well-maintained. But the mobile/manufactured home market can be a little tricky. Technically, they class as a vehicle, not a house, since theoretically you could hitch it up to a trailer and haul it to another location. (Our manufactured home has a VIN number.)

The most common situation is to have the entire neighborhood (or “park”) owned by a company or conglomerate. People own the homes outright, but pay rent to the landowner for the land their home sits on. This was not the situation we wanted. Most mobile/manufactured home neighborhoods NOT run on this model were platted decades ago and have been full ever since.

Then we saw a listing for a brand-new doublewide, 1250 square feet, in one of these older neighborhoods. It was being sold by an investment company. We know now that in general, this means that the mobile home previously on the lot had burned down, a worryingly common fate for older prefabs. But at the time, all we could see was a brand-new home in our price range. At 134K, it was at the very, very stretch-goal top of our budget. But when I walked in, I knew it was the place for us. The rooms were new, clean, and best of all, SQUARE. I said to the kids, “stomp on the floor as hard as you can!”

I loved the neighborhood as soon as I saw it. Phoenix has a reputation for suburban sprawl, personality-less cookie-cutter houses as far as the eye can see. Not so here. Perhaps because our houses were stamped out in a factory, every single homeowner in the neighborhood has made their house uniquely their own. Some people’s houses, let’s be honest, might fare a little better if they were a little less individual. The less said about the drug house around the corner that burned down, the better.

But in general, people try their best with their property and seem to be genuinely grateful for what they have. Lots of retired couples. Lots of working-class families. Lots of people finding inexpensive ways to make their houses beautiful. (One neighbor re-purposes everything — and I do mean EVERYTHING — as planters in their front yard. I wouldn’t necessarily care to plant flowers in an old toilet. But YMMV.)

Ben wasn’t sold, at first. For one thing, the house was a stupefyingly ugly, surrounded by khaki-colored gravel, painted a uniform baby-poop-brown. When we pulled up to view it for the first time, I said, “oh my God, it’s a shed!” It was brand new, and no one had made it THEIRS yet. It was an utterly featureless rectangle. But there was no denying the advantages. No white tile. No light switches that led to nowhere. No awkward DIY sunrooms tacked onto the back. A small yard for our kids to play. In the end, it was far and away the best option for us. We got the price down to 132K, and in January 2016 the place was ours.

We soon learned that just because our house was new doesn’t mean it was perfect. I discovered while doing yardwork what the fate of the previous house had been–hard not to realize what happened when you start digging up piles and piles of black ash! The house, while sturdy and did I mention SQUARE, was outfitted with the cheapest possible builder-grade fixtures. Somehow the people who put the place together had managed to put all the window screens in upside-down. There wasn’t a dishwasher. When we had the carpet in the living and dining rooms replaced with laminate, we discovered that someone had glued the carpet to the underfloor with LIQUID NAIL.

So things weren’t perfect, but no house ever is! Never did we dream we’d find a NEW house in our price range, and in general we just could not be happier. Ben’s parents gifted us a dishwasher, which my dad installed. We planted lemon and orange trees. I planted herbs and lavender in the built-in beds. Every year, our home becomes more beautiful. This year, I got a dozen lemons from our own tree. Paradise!

If you have a limited budget, I strongly recommend looking into prefab or manufactured homes. Do your homework, though. Many prefabs, especially older ones, do not have a foundation. This leaves the home vulnerable to pests. It may be worthwhile to purchase rodent or other pest insurance. Be aware that prefabs, in order to keep the price down, are made with quite cheap materials. I highly recommend having your electric and plumbing system extensively vetted, before you buy if possible, and be aware you may have to invest a little down the line.

You should also know that if you own both the house and the land, you will have to pay property taxes on both. This was quite a surprise the first year we owned our home! Happily, property taxes for mobile/manufactured homes are MUCH lower than standard brick-and-mortars.

The price range can vary quite a bit. Our brand-new home, which has siding, shingling, and a foundation, was purchased at just about the highest price you’ll ever see for a prefab unless you have one custom-built.

As with any home you’re thinking of buying, do your homework! Is it a land-rental situation, or will you own your land outright? What’s the history of the land you’re on? Be as picky as you can — and try to ignore the ridiculous stigma associated with owning a home made of metal as opposed to a home made of stone or brick or wood. Goodness, who cares? People get all holy about the Tiny House movement, but living in a “trailer home” is somehow low-class? Do NOT get me started!

For a long time, there just wasn’t money for home decor. I used to think, “when we’re more stable, I can work on a personal style.” What a silly thing to think!  The things we brought into our marriage, the things that our friends and family gave us as wedding presents or out of the kindness of their hearts, the things that meant a lot to us simply because we didn’t have very much — all these things went in to what made our home OURS.

The sofa and comfy chair that were family hand-me-downs. The bas-relief carving of Vienna a teacher gave me. The coffee table we found on Craigslist for an absolute steal. Some people really like looking at a room as a blank canvas and designing it from the ground up. And that’s great! But there’s no need to do that if you can’t or don’t know how. And there certainly isn’t any need to spend a lot!

My one stylistic non-negotiable once we had the budget for such things was to get frames for our posters. Once I’d done that, I started looking around for other things to frame. I printed off a bunch of candid photos of Petra and Corwin — Theo wasn’t born yet — threw them into dollar-store frames, and arranged them on the dining room wall. Now our collection of photos has spread to the hallway and the living room! (Theo included, of course!)

The superhero prints above Corwin’s bed came from an old coffee table book of my husband’s. The book was falling apart and losing its binding — what better way to up-cycle some perfectly nice pictures than to put them on the wall? An artist Ben found on ArtStation did the magnificent print of Joan of Arc above Petra’s bed. When Ben emailed her asking if he could buy a copy, she replied that as long as we were using it in our own home, we could print it for free. The watercolors in Theo’s room were done by Ben’s younger sister.

When I couldn’t find inexpensive throw pillows I liked, I got some fabric off the discount rack and made some myself. There are so many ways to decorate, so many ways to express your style. Give yourself time to find them! There’s no hurry. Your home is already yours!


I hope my kids remember picking lemons off our tree, playing drums with my pots and pans strewn all over the floor, sitting on the couch reading Zita the Spacegirl and The Day Jimmy’s Boa Ate the Wash for the millionth time. I hope they remember that their father and I made it a priority to do the things we love, and that we constantly encouraged them to explore what they love. 

I hope they DON’T remember the time they all went walking barefoot in the yard and got about a million stickers in their feet because I hadn’t gotten around to uprooting a big goathead vine yet. I hope they don’t remember all the times I yelled during the pre-dinner hangry time! But I try to remind myself that I don’t remember my mom yelling at me — even the times she specifically remembers doing it!

Once I lost my temper and yelled at my older kids. After I cooled down, I found them and apologized. “I’m sorry. Sometimes Mom has a little temper tantrum, just like you.” They looked at me totally blankly. “When did you yell?” my daughter asked.

When I was growing up, my parents did foster care. (In fact, 23 years later, they are still foster parents! It is truly their life’s work.) I cannot overstate how much this influenced my life, both as a parent and in general. Not only did I gain untold amounts of practical experience with kids, but I am grateful beyond measure to have had parents who so constantly modeled what patience and compassion look like; how those virtues should imbue your daily life and the interactions you have with other people, even if you don’t really like them much.

They also taught me something truly invaluable: how to put my life in perspective. Not in a “how dare you think you have problems when other people have it so much worse” kind of way, but in a “whatever problems you have are valid, but probably not as bad as you think, and even if they are, they too shall pass” kind of way. As a parent, there are so many daily dramas, so many little frustrations, so many looming troubles. It’s hard not to lose yourself in what is going wrong. Happily, I learned in childhood how to hang on to the things that were going right, how to extract what joy you can from the day, even if things are devolving into chaos around you.

Given this, I’m ashamed to say that I lost perspective entirely in the months after Petra was born. I had so much experience with children, I thought I had parenthood in the bag. BOY, was I wrong! I was a wreck. Petra just wouldn’t take to nursing. We were facing a major move in just a few short weeks. We didn’t have any money. My mother and my husband, the two people who know and love me better than anyone else in the entire world, both told me to stop reading parenting books. They told me to stop going on parenting forums. But did I listen? NOOOOOOOO.

Parents, just in case you don’t have anyone else to tell you, I am telling you now: if you are having a problem, do NOT turn to strangers for the answer. If you possibly, possibly can, ask another parent who KNOWS you and whom you trust. Nothing in all my years of childcare prepared me for the viciousness of the Mommy Wars. Never did I dream that perfect strangers could be so vile and cruel to each other over something as trivial as where you chose to put your child to sleep. Never did I imagine the racist tripe that would crop up every time the subject of circumcision came up. And never, never, did I think that so many people would be so convinced that breastfeeding was the be-all and end-all of motherhood.

Over and over, on forums and in books by “experts”, I read that nursing was the backbone of my child’s success, that if I couldn’t make it work it was definitely my fault somehow, that nursing my child should take precedent over literally everything else in my life. What utter and complete bullsh*t! Looking back on it, I am filled with anger. How dare these smug idiots, these strangers, these so-called experts, pass judgement on me and my family and my circumstances?

The fact of the matter is, for every decision you make, there’s going to be someone — maybe even someone with a lot of letters after their name — who is convinced you’ve made the wrong one. You just have to try as hard as you can to rise above it. You know your family. You know yourself. You know your child. You’re raising babies, not making cake. If someone makes a claim that seems too good to be true, or seems ludicrously out of your reach, you’re probably right. This is what people mean when they say “trust your instincts.” Trust which people are truly trying to help you, and which people are just trying to sell something.

We parents, especially we mothers, lather ourselves in fear and self-doubt. Don’t let other people do it for you!

My kids throw themselves into their days with blinding enthusiasm. It’s simultaneously the best and the most exhausting thing about being their mom! Petra is putting on an impromptu dance show on the coffee table while Corwin is having a lightsaber battle with his shadow and Theo is methodically taking off his shoes and SMO braces for the sixteenth time, after which he will proudly bring them to me. In two minutes they’ll be building a castle out of moon sand and negotiating with me for TV time and eating something from underneath the rug. Everything matters; everything is interesting.

I know that one day, probably sooner than I could possibly imagine, they’ll slow down, focus their energies on a handful of interests. Petra won’t crowd close to me and put her chin on my shoulder when we read a book together. Corwin will be too big to stand on my feet and hold my hands and go dancing through the house. Theo won’t want to cuddle in the early mornings before everyone else is up. It makes me sad just thinking about it!

But on the other hand, no more poop accidents. They will want to watch PJ Masks 1000% less. I will no longer put my hand down on some random surface and wonder how it got so damp and/or sticky. (WHYYYY IS EVERYTHING IN MY HOUSE SO STICKY???)

The coming phases will have things I love and things I don’t love, just like their current phases, just like their baby phases. Sometimes your babies won’t eat, sometimes they won’t sleep, sometimes you’re lying awake wondering how you’re going to afford a new pair of shoes, sometimes people are mean to you on the internet. Whatever it is, it always seems to last forever.. But it’s just the dead, dry summer. The monsoons are coming. Soon the lemons will ripen on the tree. And in the spring, when the air smells like orange blossoms, you’ll remember why it was all worth it.


Thank you, Julia!

I was really struck by Julia’s comments about how we think about “tiny homes” versus “mobile homes.” Someone living in a repurposed shipping container, or a 400 sq. ft. home in the woods might find themselves featured in a design magazine, but when we hear that someone lives in a manufactured home, we might immediately make negative assumptions. I’m glad Julia is challenging that idea. It’s admirable to choose options that make sense financially for your family.

I love, too, what Julia said about trusting your instincts. One of the hardest parts of being an adult is making decisions and then trusting that it’s the right choice. There is no user manual in parenting, so we often rely on the voices of strangers, or best selling books, or blogs, to help us validate the choices we make. Especially as a newer parent, it is easy to second guess yourself. I love the impassioned cry to listen to all the advice, and then throw it out the window and make the best decision for you and your family.

Was it hard for you to make decisions when you were a new parent? Or did you instinctively trust yourself? What’s the best advice you ever took? What’s the worst?


My Neighbor Totoro Print

I Love You, I Know Print

Super Hero prints from Alex Ross’s Mythology

St. Joan of Arc print

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28 thoughts on “Living With Kids: Julia Milton”

  1. Loved your comments about the mommy wars. And I LOVE THAT MOS EISLEY CROSS STITCH. And the LOTR, Star Wars, Harry Potter and Doctor Who art. We should be friends. :)

  2. I love your home. I wish we had been friends when my kids were little. Thank you for seeing through what is not true or helpful and for saying it so clearly.

    If I had come over to your house with my little kids, I would have felt comfortable immediately and I wouldn’t have noticed/cared that everything was sticky.

    Thank you for taking the time to write all of this down to share.

  3. Julia-Your perspective is wonderful. Thanks for sharing you’re home. Isn’t it crazy how the weather affects parenting young children so much? I remember after my daughter was born, the summer was especially hot and I felt like I could never go outside with a newborn and with a 2 yr old it felt cruel to look out a sunny window and not go outside.

    Thanks for featuring a true home!

  4. This is such a great home tour! I want to be friends with Julia too! My heart went out to her when she described that move from Portland to Arizona.

    I wasn’t able to breastfeed either of my children. It just didn’t work. I hired a woman who would come over and squeeze my breasts even! It was hell (the first time). I cried for weeks and kept at, trying to please all the people who told me to keep at it. Finally, it was decided I needed to rent a stronger pump from the hospital. I left a teary voicemail for the nurse who handled the rentals. When she called me back I could not get it together. The thought of attaching a stronger pump to my battered breasts had brought me to my knees. I was expecting the nurse on the phone to encourage me to push through but thank God she insisted I stop working on breastfeeding. I’ll never forget what she sad, “they are babies for so little time. Your daughter is fine on formula and needs you to enjoy this time with her.” It changed the entire experience. I am so grateful for that nurse!

  5. This article is my favourite “Living With Kids’ I have read. I enjoy Julia’s ‘down-to-earth’ way of looking at life and appreciate that her home is not decorated like a home that would be featured in a magazine. Our home will never win a designers award. Our furniture is mismatched – a collection of hand-me-downs from family, charity shop finds, side-of-the-road finds and new. Each of our children has always been free to decorate their rooms with whatever pictures/posters/ornaments they choose. One of my daughters had a mixture of Disney princesses, fairies, superheroes and movie stars decorating her walls and ceiling. Her room will never win design awards, but she loves it and it showcases her various interests. It is ‘her’.
    I often feel the ‘Living With Kids’ series articles are not for me, but this article has changed my mind. My home doesn’t have a style or colour theme and probably never will, but that is okay. Thank you so much for featuring this family and their home in your series.

    1. Debbie, I so agree! I’ve never been one to have a style or theme or trendy things in my home – there are other things to focus on. This is a home I would be so comfortable being in, sticky surfaces included. And Julia, some of the art references made me smile so much! I think we could be friends!

  6. Love your straight-forward honesty. It’s very refreshing and I like seeing all aspects, both the positive and negative. You really hit it on the nail with the Mommy-wars. Now that my kids are almost all grown, I can look back and see misplaced emphasis and money placed on issues that had no effect on how smart they’d become, how talented or popular they were or where they’d attend college. It’s an important lesson my friends and I try to tell our friends with younger kids.

  7. Loved this warm family home and the on-the-nose advice about all the bad times just being a season that will pass. Great tour!

  8. I loved this so much! Julia, if you’re this secure and relaxed at 31 you’re way ahead of the game. I hope my daughter turns out like you!
    And yes I always find the tiny home/manufactured home distinction so silly. Great job making the right choice for your family.

  9. I admire the will to own a home and the determination to make it happen–a NEW home at that. Thankfully, a manufactured home works. And bravo to a dad who bought savings bonds for his baby girl.

  10. Hands down, my favorite home tour to date! Love it for it’s relatability and also because I think Julia sounds like the kind of smart, sensible mom-friend I’d love to find in my own hometown.

    Her simple, beautiful, unpretentious description of her kiddos actually made me both laugh and tear up!

    “When my kids want to do something, Petra stomps her feet and demands it, Corwin bats his eyelashes and tries to sweet-talk me, and Theo stares right at me and does it without breaking eye contact. They ignore their toys in favor of emptying the kitchen cupboards, and gamboling among the pots and pans while I’m trying to cook. They creep into my room at 6 AM to whisper “what are we having for dinner?” into my slumbering ear. They give me big hugs and sticky kisses and bring me their treasures to inspect and share. They’re my sweet little harbingers of chaos, as is right and proper, and I love them.”

    1. I second your take on Julia’s home tour, Aliesha!

      This is my favorite home tour. I think I’d just be happy to read anything Julia says. She seems insightful, genuine, practical, loving and hilarious.

      Your kids are very fortunate to call you mom, Julia!

  11. such a fantastic home tour — geeky, orthodox christian, creative and on a budget! i loved her line about their children watching the parents do what they love, and the parents hoping the children feel encouraged to do what they love.

  12. Thank you for sharing your home! And all the thoughts about preconceived notions…

    We moved when my daughter was just born, and I remember feeling overwhelmed and stressed, and all the things I felt needed to be ‘right’ weren’t, and now I look back and wish I could embrace that new mother and tell her all will be well. Our own voices can be the most difficult to hear, especially when we need it the most.

  13. I loved this one!! Julia, what a joy! So relatable, wise, down to earth. Thank you for addressing preconceived notions about pre-fabricated homes. I laughed out loud at the “holy tiny house movement” line. Well done, you! And thank you for sharing about your parents’ foster care journey, more people need to learn about foster care!! Thank you! You have a lovely home and your kids are lucky to have you as a mom.

  14. Now THIS is a “living with kids” tour I can relate to. What a wonderful, unpretentious person Julia seems to be! Thanks for featuring her; please include more “real” homes like this one!

  15. “Your home is already yours.” I hate how I forget this when I see photos in magazines and online that embody gracefulness or apparent ease or beauty. This was the post I needed to read today, as we have been getting ready to start a miserable remodel for no real reason. I’d rather spend the summer running through the sprinkler with my kids.

    Thank you.

  16. What a lovely, relatable and unpretentious presentation! A breath of fresh air in this carefully curated world we live in!

  17. Best Living With Kids, EVER! I’m not sure if Julia is a millennial, but she reminds me of a lot of my millennial friends: rolls with the punches, creative, and doesn’t care what you think about prefab homes because IT IS A HOME and it is affordable and it is fabulous!

  18. Very cozy, homey and down to earth. I loved seeing and reading all about Julia’s journey as a mom. She has lots of lessons that I can take. This statement really struck me: “They also taught me something truly invaluable: how to put my life in perspective. Not in a “how dare you think you have problems when other people have it so much worse” kind of way, but in a “whatever problems you have are valid, but probably not as bad as you think, and even if they are, they too shall pass” kind of way”

    How beautiful to be acknowledged and then pushed in the right direction. Julia you have a beautiful soul and it’s wonderful to see your home and how you and your husband have overcome debt. Truly inspiring! Thanks, Gabby for sharing Julia’s life with kids :)

  19. Great tour! Thanks! Also I immediately noticed the Carcasonne Big Box game… I bought mine at Goodwill for $1.50 and when I opened it, not only was it completely intact, there was a $5 bill inside! Best Goodwill purchase ever! Not to mention the game itself is probably my all-time favorite game.

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