The listing for our house is now on the MLS. A "For Sale" sign will soon appear in our yard. It is sad. We love our house. It's where we started our marriage. It's where I first learned to play the bassoon. It's where my wife first intuited that HIV could be cured by only eating oranges.
No, no. But it is sad. We are excited to return to a city with friends and families, and LA has been mostly not great, but I do love our house. And now strangers will tramp through it, casting a cold and judging eye on the contents within. Strangers!
Our realtor, in writing up the description of the house for the website, has described the dovecote as being 'infamous.' I now must a polite email asking he change it. The dovecote is many things, but it is not infamous (I hope).