Unfortunately my camera battery died right after I took this photo, before Jenny and I got to the open house. It was a charming little house on a backstreet in Salem, not too terribly far from the downtown. Nice back yard, chicken and writing shack ready. About $50K more than I can afford.
This process is helping me in so many ways. For instance I threw out a tiny box of my baby teeth this morning. (ew.) And, Jenny got to practice saying, no, that burned out factory doesn’t really smell like flaming poop. And this spooky side street is fine.
Let’s prioritize here
- House full of family and friends.
- A back garden.
- A front porch or deck where I can interact with the neighborhood, stoop style.
