
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