Our search for a house
Imagine entering a house that is as bad as your worse nightmare. Something out of a scary movie. Freddy Kruger bad. One that has paint peeling from everywhere, dark wood on the walls, rotting. Imagine dust as think as cake icing in every corner. Spiders dropping from the ceiling like miniature SWOT team members. Imagine the toilet sitting at an angle because the floor is rotting. Rust on the faucet handles. Imagine windows that are cracked and window frames rotting away. Imagine the smell of a place that hasn’t been cleaned or changed in a generation, desperately neglected. Imagine years and years of filth in a kitchen. Your feet sticking to the floor everywhere you walk. The house surrounded by garbage and junk. Years and years of junk. Imagine walking out of a house feeling like you narrowly missed getting into a terrible accident.
Now imagine it being for sale at $300,000. As-is.
And our house hunting continues. Therapy can’t reduce this kind of pain. The end.