May 15, 2018:

I hated the house she bought.

Small, slanted, cold, very far from everything.

There were possums beneath the floorboards which reeked like skunk, only more sinus-piercing.

It's what she could afford. $80k.

She loved it. Her dream. Her own house.

I felt exiled.

I fantasize almost every day of renting our old apartment on Cowley Way.