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.

Breathtaking view from my door
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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!

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