Sometimes I go on walks with my Mom and we look at all the houses for sale, and pretend which ones I could live in. “That one has a balcony!” I said to her the other day. “This one has a huge driveway,” she replied, looking at a different house, adding, “For your 3 cars.” Then we laughed, because I don’t drive, or have 3 cars, or have a house, or have any way to afford one for the next several hundred years. Welp! In my next life, you better believe I will own a home, and until then, I’ll be renting away.



