Of course, my car made its way from the school to this house which I believe to be mine even though it is in contract with someone else. Doesn't this house look as if it belongs to whirlingbetty?
This is my favorite grocery store on the planet. It is located right across the street from MY house, pictured above. The people who work in this store are all friendly, if you can imagine that. It's a happy store, dammit.
This is another scene near MY house. On this dreary morning these little shops looked inviting, although this shot taken through my car window doesn't show that very well.
The park just behind MY house looked like this today. It's pretty lush for an urban park, I'd say.
Even my favorite branch of my bank is in this neighborhood. I feel almost guilty going there, like an imposter. I'm pretending that I'm lucky enough to be living here, in MY house which is really someone else's.