I love houses. I love houses. I dream about them all the time. I daydream about them and as I’m falling asleep at night I remodel all the houses I’ve ever lived in. I find that imaginary remodeling is much more satisfying than the real thing. Did you know that if you dream about a house, you’re actually dreaming about yourself and all the unexplored rooms are the parts of yourself you have yet to discover? They represent infinite possibility. That’s what I’ve heard anyway.

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Mark Twain said; “To us our house had a heart and a soul. We never came home that its face did not light  up and speak out its welcome.”

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I hope these houses have the friendly feeling that Mr. Clemmons wrote about.