Went to two open houses today. Sigh. They just didn't compare to the little house on Roseberry. The first one was in St. Boniface (mais oui, I've expanded my comfort circle to include part of the french quarter of Winnipeg). It was just so sad. I felt sorry for that poor little house; cute on the outside but messed up on the inside. The interesting thing is that it happens to people too; it just takes the right person to see the potential and uncover the beauty. Sorry little house, that person is not I.
The other house (off of Pembina, right after Jubilee) was just too small, even for me. There was no room for my beloved table.
I'm about thisclose to banging my head against a wall or building a fort in the forest if I don't find something I can at least bid on. Oh wait, is that my song I hear playing? Yes, I do believe somewhere someone is playing Patience for me.
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In searching for my close friends’ blog on Christmas 2006, I stumbled on A Jill Story. Your story was very inspirational, yet familiar to me. I kept reading. I found your skills as a writer to be phenomenal. Only after reading a few of your life experiences did I realize that I knew who you were. I went to school with you. I started to feel culpable for reading your personal life experiences. I stopped reading. I turned my computer off. The next day I was out with a few of my closest friends. I told them of the guilt that I felt for reading someone’s (that someone being you) blog. My friends are more familiar with blogging and assured me that a blog is a user-generated website where entries are made in journal style and displayed in a reverse chronological order and that a blog is meant to give the ability for readers to leave comments in an interactive format. Is this true? I do think it’s amazing how many dreams and real life experiences we share. Sometimes reading your blog is like reading my own thoughts. Your blog is very “Sex in the City” Winnipeg Style. I’d like to keep reading but not without your permission. ??????????
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