We had a close chance this last week: we thought we had found our new place.
It is on a piece of land (another biome) but this time, nestled within a neighborhood instead of on the edge.
As soon as we set foot on the property, nature in the backyard welcomed us. There was space for everything we care for, and it had a creative “hobbit hole” feel to it.
The low ceilings and extremely sloping floors from over 100 years standing would need getting used to, and I was a little irritated by the prospect at first.
But, it had two refrigerators, a gas stove, and a gas-heating fireplace. Most importantly, the landlord was chill and would allow our pets.
But, it sounds like he will be giving it to a family friend in need, instead of to us.
It’s frustrating to feel what it is like to have a bird in one’s hand – only to have its magic fly away again.
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