Every now and then, this life list thing is crap. Today was one of those days. I thought it would be fun to pop into an open house.
Touring through a $950,000 house that's two tiny bedrooms, one bath on a lot so small I can practically straddle it is just plain depressing. I love living in a beach community, but I sometimes cringe at the memory that I HAD a house when I was married, and we sold it when we divorced. At a loss. Then real estate quadrupled.
I'd like to keep writing, but I think I'm going to go throw up now.
Ah, well. If I'm looking at the positive side (and God knows I try to) my apartment suddenly feels bigger by comparison.