You're old too

I have discovered I am turning into my parents. When I was little, my parents used to pack my sister and me into the car, and then go for long drives. Usually, a majority of the time was spent driving REAAAAAALY slowly, looking at houses. They would comment to each other about the houses and various features. As Glen put it, “I can’t imagine something more boring for a kid.” And it was. I hated it. It was terribly boring. And I couldn’t ever figure out what they found so appealing about it. This happened repeatedly, and things only improved when I got a walkman so could listen to music in my headphones and zone out. I remember thinking to myself that I would never ever do this “looking at houses” thing as an adult. How totally dull!!

Well, much to my horror recently, I found that I’m suddenly interested in looking at houses. I want to look at houses. I want to talk about houses. I want to compare houses. I want to see as many houses as I can and talk about their features and imagine what it might be like to live there. And I’m suddenly seeing the appeal of going out with the sole aim of looking at houses.