Change happens.
What I really wanted to say and how I think the phrase really goes is "shit happens." When people ask, that's what I want to say, "Shit happens, and it is shit that is none of your business." But because I live in a small town and I'm generally a polite person, I just smile and shrug and say, "Change happens." That usually suffices.
Because of change, I needed a rental house. We won't talk about the houses,
holes-in-the-wall, that people were trying to rent in my town that I could afford. I found this, though.
I fell in love with
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| the glass door knobs |
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| the funky, old light fixtures |
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| the built-in cabinets |
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| the curved doorways |
It had character. It was cute. It whispered my name.
My eyes glittered. My eyes shone.
I was blinded and didn't see
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| the heebie-jeebie shower tiles |
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| or my stars, the miniature kitchen |
I am working it out though. I don't touch the walls when I shower. A linen closet down the hallway is now an extra kitchen cabinet. Part of the built-in china cabinet is now a pantry. Everything has found a home, including us.
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