There's a House

In the shade, at the end of a cul de sac. A family room, small kitchen with cherry cabinets. Three bedrooms. A sparkly white bathroom. It wraps itself around you as soon as you walk in the door. A back porch with a table beckons visions of friends with wine glasses, children playing under the carport in the rain.

I'm terrified of owning it.

I'm terrified of not owning it.