My house is having an identity crisis and I'm wondering what that says about the owner - me. I kind of enjoy the global nature of my home environment. Depending upon my mood, I can go from the beach to a ballgame to a safari in the African grasslands just by changing rooms. I can relax in a traditional American family room, can spend the night surrounded by French vineyards, take a bath in the fashion district of Paris, or eat lunch in an English garden. I can even pretend to be hip and cool in my newly contemporary living room. I live vicariously through my house and travel more within the confines of these walls than I do outside them. I don't know whether that's sad or funny.
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