Protest Capitalism

The Compound, as I may or may not have mentioned, is up for sale. Regarding that status, the house was "shown" again today, and the results seem promising.

An offer, perhaps?

I must say, this turn of events comes a little bittersweet, as recently the house and all it's wacky quirks have started to grow on me. Plus, the idea of having to move all my crap again kinda makes my inner masochist squeal with fiendish delight.

All this isn't really a complain, it's more of a surprised realization that sometimes even I can fail to see the things I have right in front of me, and it takes the impending loss to start belatedly appreciating them.

(Insert obligatory catchphrase here)