Love for a home
My house is small and full of little things that need fixing, but I love it. Having inherited it from a friend, I’ve always wondered who else lived in it. My daydreams told me it was Eastern European immigrated Jews who worked in the shmata factories, but I’ll admit that’s wishful thinking. I also know there was a girl who liked yoga and a man who was into international relations. And today the Internet told me it thinks this woman used to live here.
Conclusion: this house is cool.