I don’t particularly care for cars in general, nor do I expect to ever own one of these in particular. More than anything, I’m in love with the idea of the car, and I am just thoroughly enjoying wanting one.

I am thankful to have that level of detachment from expensive goodies.

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Two days ago I stopped in an open house very near to my apartment in San Francisco. The staging was incredible, and the place itself was breathtaking. I walked from marble tub to Wolf stove to fancy laundry room through artfully appointed hallways, and a different thought stuck with me, one that you refer to in your post and which is the reason I am posting in the first place:

The only thing I wish I had that I don’t have, the only thing that would make life noticeably better… would be more and better space for guests.

Friends everywhere, including you, unrepentant blogger: I do hope you’ll visit more often once I get that part squared away.

Thanks for your influence in my life!