ChiKat

Remember when I said there was a house in Oak Park that I loved? This is what it looks like:


It's not perfect. It needs work. And by the time we sell our condo, I doubt it will still be on the market (in my neighborhood, condos rarely sell in fewer than six months).

But still, when I'm having a bad day, I open up the real estate listings, check out that picture, and I'm filled with hope. I love the lines of the house, the symmetry. I love the potential.

The rooms are a terrible size, I've never been inside the home, it needs a ton of work. Did I mention how much work it needed?

But still, I have an irrational love for that house.