I went to a crop last night. Driving out of my consultant's neighborhood, I passed by a house for sale. I turned around to look and get a flyer. Freaks me out it does, that I turned around to get a flyer. The house is out of my price range that hasn't been set and too far out of town, but I turned around to get a flyer and gaze longingly at the living room's picture window. I want a house!
For the first time in a long while, I also wanted a significant other. Yes, so that I could afford to buy a house. Scenes of loving couples or the emotionally manipulative holiday hoopla haven't inspired longing for a partner, but a lovely, recently rennovated house for sale has. What a crass and unromantic creature I am.
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