My house is a construction site
Well, I don’t own it. But it’s where I live, hence ‘my house’.
I could use a thousand words to describe it. Then again I could just show the pictures.
So last week, my dad and I watched a frightening documentary about how a building in Peurto Rico came tumbling down. This story lingered in my head for days. One can only imagine my horror when on arrival to my house after a couple of days away, I find a drill hole in my wall. It’s not thaat big, but I wasn’t taking chances.
I quickly packed my glad rags and fled!