About every six months, I start manically house hunting. Even today, driving home for lunch, I can't help but look for For Sale signs.
I don't need a house. I'm perfectly happy in my little apartment.
But, when I indulge in daydreaming about the future, I convince myself that I will need a house in which to raise a family. So, I go house hunting.
I don't need to buy a house right now. I don't have a family in need of space.
If you buy it, they will come? Maybe.
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