the-house-that-was-not-enough

Photo and graphic by Meg Baatz.

Once upon a time, there was a house for rent. Her realtor told you she was a good house and had many rooms and utilities. You signed the lease.

The house loved you. She wanted to be the best house you have ever had. When she had heard the realtor talk about her so well, she only wanted to be even better.

But soon enough, you found she wasn’t all she cracked up to be. Her carpet was bowing up. She got hot in the summer. When winter came around, heating bills were high. And there was even mold creeping up on the insides of her walls.

You started to notice. At first her faults weren’t that bad, but then she kept you disappointing you and disappointing you again and again.

The house heard you talking about her, but you didn’t sound like the realtor. You were honest about the faults she had. But at the sane time, she knew what you said was true.

The house felt horrible for disappointing you and would cry while you were asleep. She knew she had let you down.

But she couldn’t fix herself. And she couldn’t hide under the flattery of the realtor anymore. How could she ever make it up to you? As much as she wanted to be perfect for you, she just wasn’t.

 

The end