It’s not weird that I stalk real estate websites hunting for wonderful homes I will never buy. It’s not weird that I like to peek through the virtual net curtains to see what is inside complete strangers’ houses. But is it weird that I am now daydreaming about who lives in the houses that I stalk? That I am making up stories to fit? Like this house for sale in Castlemaine, Victoria. I have a whole fabricated history of the owner.
I knew her from university days. She was younger than me by quite a few years. I was a mature age student you see. She was wild, creative, a free spirit so we were all surprised when she up and quit the course. She was marrying an accountant from regional Victoria. They had met at a party somewhere, somehow and clicked. It’s strange how opposites attract.
Another friend who had kept in touch with her told me they had spoken on the phone just last week. She had 2 children. There was a third on the way. They were moving to the city. Some sort of job promotion. Hers not his. I should take a look at her house online. She was still creative, still a free spirit. Her home was just as I would expect it to be.
See? Weird! The house is wonderful though. Your turn. Who do you think lives here? (This is the … while it lasts.)