Mojo

House porn.

Am I the only one who loses herself in real estate listings of old, forlorn houses just waiting to be loved?

Maybe I’m an old, misunderstood house?

A quirky, kind-of-ugly building longing to become somebody’s home?

Ok, that’s a depressing thought.

Nix that, please.

Nobody needs that kind of mojo these unsure days.

I’m a condo in the sky, rocking the skyline with Christmas lights and song.

Much better.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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