We’ve reached the portion of this pandemic where my only pastime is scrolling through Realtor.com and daydreaming of living somewhere else – preferably far in the remote wilderness with a pool to call my own and a nearby lake for a kayak. Which would actually be great, even do-able, if moving were a kind of magical process that didn’t involve me having to travel long distances, go through other people’s homes and/or have people walk through mine. But the daydreaming part is pretty nice.
I know that things will turn around eventually, and when it does, I probably won’t be sad that I don’t live on 5 acres with plenty of space but no delivery :laughing:
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