A burgundy wall to the left. A purple wall to the right. Separating the two - a glass pony wall. Nothing in the space spoke opportunity and only became more perplexing after seeing an extraordinarily outdated kitchen with bright green walls - and super dark brown countertops, of course.
It was the opposite of inspiration; more like desperation - a desperation to finally move on and start anew. Looming trepidation lingered heavily. Almost too much to possibly overcome. But, something still felt reassuring, an uncanny sense of an exciting journey ahead. It was completely different, yet somehow the same as everything seen before.
Few surprises remain at this point, as every other property fel