i'm not sure why i do this to myself, but i do. i guess part of me hopes that some day, one day, i'll find the house in maine has been put up for sale... but of course it never is. and out of pure evilness that is the hobag, i'd be surprised to ever see it change hands. so, the other night as i searched through the various kennebunk listings, i was looking at the map for one of them and knew that it'd be close to the house bc of the address, but wasn't quite sure. and having learned not too long ago how to take pics off the internet that i can't just click and drag.... well, here is an overhead view of my idea of perfect.
and on that point in the middle of the picture, is where the house sits. you can even see the circular drive. and if i try hard enough, i can hear the ocean and feel the rocks and the sand beneath my feet. and it makes me sad... and it makes me long for my happy place that was so rudely snatched away....
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oh kat, i'm so sorry. i know how much this hurts you.
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