One year later…

Relaxing in the comfortably worn-in leather chair, a glass of top-shelf single malt swirling in my hand, my eyes took in the generous sweep of our living room. Every little bit of this spot, from the slick marble underfoot to the showy, fancy-as-hell chandelier above, spoke of a kind of smooth, subtle luxury. 

Our new home, tucked into the wealthy, serene bubble of the Broadmoor neighborhood in Seattle, was our haven – old-world class meeting new-world swag, ...