Dear Real Estate Agent,
It’s not big or fancy or bold. Out back, it’s dappled light. The scent of something sweet in the air. The feel of moss beneath your hand when you hide behind a tree. In the front, it’s a porch and shutters. And all around, the faintest of maritime sounds in the distance: boats bobbing against a dock, the whistle of a ferry, the warning whoosh of fog. It’s a wooded place in a harbor town.
If you find my home, will you let me know?
Very sincerely,
Every client who grew up near a lake
verysincerely 