1. As much as I talk about wanting fancy hi-fis and home decor, all I really want is a house. A house that doesn’t require a roto-rooter visit every other month because the upstairs neighbor insists on using her defunct disposal for things like celery stalks and Chinese takeout. (Guess how I know what foods she’s trying to grind up! And guess what I’m doing this morning!)
2. Speaking of, I looked at my 2oth house this week (in person). I’m still holding out for one that’s north of 21st South, west of 13th East, and isn’t a fire hazard or a pit of asbestos. Do I ask too much for my price range? Perhaps. But I’m holding out.
3. I’m holding out for a hero, too.