As I browsed the listing of another writer's picturesque home, I couldn't help but wonder, was I dreaming of a new home or a new me? Would the saltwater pool cleanse me of all the bad dates, the broken hearts, the nights of too many cocktails and too few dreams come true? What are we really looking for when we look for a new home, a new mate, new shoes? When it comes to the house hunt, are we our own prey?
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