Fancy Schmancy Homes and Wait, Difference Between a Duplex and a Townhouse? Who Cares at This Point?
It’s… what time is it? Whatever. Jessica here. Can’t sleep. Houses. So many houses.
Neighborhoods That Make Me Question Reality
Okay, so Sunset Hills Kansas City. What even is that place? It’s like… you know when you’re dreaming and suddenly you’re in England, but you know you’re in KC? Yeah, that. But real. I think. Is it real? Are any of us real? And then there’s Whispering Hills Lenexa. More like Shouting Confusion Hills. It’s like every house there is having an existential crisis. Modern? Traditional? Alien spacecraft? Yes.
Housing Types That Make Me Want to Scream
People keep asking about town home vs duplex. Why? WHY? They’re different! Or are they? No, they are. I think. One’s like… up and down, the other’s like… side to side? Or is that a dance move? I need sleep.
Investors and Their Never-Ending Questions
Oh god, the investors. Always with the pros and cons of having a real estate license as an investor. Pro: You might save money. Con: You’ll lose your mind. Like me. Is this what losing your mind feels like? Probably.
I Don’t Even Know Anymore
What was I talking about? Houses. Right. They’re everywhere. All shapes. All sizes. Some look normal. Some look like they were designed by a drunk architect playing Sims. Is it normal to dream about floor plans? Asking for a friend. The friend is me. I’m the friend. I need food. Or sleep. Or to not be thinking about houses for five minutes. Is that too much to ask? Probably. If you need me, I’ll be… actually, don’t need me. I’m not here. I’m on a beach somewhere. In my mind. With no houses. Just sand. Sand castles don’t count as houses, right? Right?? I’m going to bed. Or to stare at the ceiling and count imaginary roof shingles. Same thing at this point
