When we are feeling poor and depressed about our finances, my boyfriend and I play this little game where we discuss the 5-story brownstone we will one day own in Beacon Hill. I want to decorate it in a very classy, antique-y kind of style that, except for the electronic stuff like computers and TVs, wouldn’t look too out of place in fin de siecle Boston. I also want a big laborador, a back yard and an attached garage.
Er, and the moon as well.
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Oh, I have my own little sweet house on Atherton Street in Jamaica Plain. It was built in the 20’s and has a porch with two rocking chairs on it. It is just the sweetest thing EVER.
Sometimes I stand infront of it like the Little Match Girl, hoping they will let me in to sit by the fire. So far, no luck.
My wife and I have a deal that if we live to 70, we can retire to a brownstone on Marlborough Street. And I get to smoke a pipe.