Our old rented ghost house has just been sold.
For an unrenovated mansion, hookers on the corner and pimps camped out in rust buckets outside the front door.
For used condoms littering the footpath, uncollected dog shit and neighbours who can see right into your back yard.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a stunning house.
I LOVE that house.
I MISS that house.
I WANT that house and the magical magnolia tree that stands in the rambling front garden.
But $2.1 million?
I’ll settle for an Airstream. (Hooray ours is shipping soon!)