“Excuse my House, but we Live Here”
My hairdresser works out of her own home. She lives out in the country, down a few long, winding roads, lined with farms. As you drive along, horses and cattle come running to the fence to witness the excitement of a vehicle passing. I love the tranquility of that drive. It makes me fantasize of living in the country and each time, I deliberately look around for houses with For Sale signs. As I arrive at my hairdresser’s home, I am greeted by 3 or 4 lazy dogs, who barely recognize that I’ve arrived – they’re too busy basking in the hot...