What is it that causes me to fall in love with … houses? Something about how the rooms flow from one to the other and are all tucked into a roughly rectangular container. Most anyway. There are the intriguing circular and spiral houses such as yurts and Arcosanti sandcast structures, Bucky Fuller domes and such. And then there are boats, curvilinear shapes nestled into the cradle of swells. Something of my wanderlust gets piqued when I begin to muse and ponder about alternatives to my current dwelling place.
That is when realtor(dot)com becomes the enemy of sleep. I can wile away countless hours well into the wee ones of morning pondering photos attempting to decipher the connections among them and how each looks out through which window viewed from front or back. Bing(dot)com maps add a whole new perspective as I can peek at each side as if I were Gulliver in Lilliput.
Rarely do I fall in love with any of these houses just as they are. Most often I become enraptured by their room for improvements and tweaks that would then make them “just right”, forever Goldilocks, ever searching for the one that will meet that challenge.
Perhaps it is just as well that I allow my fickleness to be played out on the internet, allowing my lurking that borders on stalking to be played out without any humans involved. I can inhabit many houses this way. I can hope that if I restrain my urges to uproot and follow through on my fantasies I may eventually settle, in all the truest senses of that word.