The soft glow of morning light spills through the windows, gently nudging you awake. For a second, you forget where you are but then you remember. This is home now. You swing your feet onto warm hardwood floors and take a deep breath. It smells like fresh paint, a whisper of yesterdays bouquet from the counter, and something else possibility. You wander into your kitchen, where clean lines, quartz counters, and sunlit space greet you like an old friend. It's quiet here. Peaceful. Just the way you imagined. Upstairs, the kids are still asleep. Downstairs, the underpinned basement waits maybe today it becomes a playroom, a studio, or the gym you've always wanted. Today is the day for nesting. Hanging art. Choosing which book to put on the shelves. Letting the walls begin to tell your story. Outside, Lawrence Park hums to life. A leafy stroll, a stop at your new favourite café, then back home where every corner still feels like a discovery. By evening, the dining table is set, laughter bounces off the walls, and someone says, This place just fits. And it does. Because this isn't just a house it's home. Welcome to 43 Woburn.