build our parents' homes in the south of france

Owning your own home is and isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I mean, who would've thought I'd have to get dressed to make little e a bottle at 3 in the morning?!!  Our neighbor's balcony looks into our kitchen window and you just never know.  They spend an uncanny amount of time on their balcony.  Uncanny.

When I call for Jeffree, he can't always hear me.  He could be miles away, and how am I even supposed to know where to begin looking?  What if I need him to get me a tissue?  Now I know why people have intercom systems.  "Jeffree.  Paging Jeffree.  Jeff, you are needed in the family room.  Repeat: please report to the family room.  Also, please bring a tissue.  And some chocolate."

Every day I notice more things that need to be done.  And I can't just call the manager.  You mean I have to go without hot water until we fix it ourselves?  Get out!  I had to shower at my parent's house today.  Who knows when I'll be able to shower again.

Owning a home does have it's perks, though.

This morning, I put my makeup on while looking into a mirror bigger than my pinkie toe.  Uberamazing.

My dad works one block away.  Even an old woman like myself needs a lunch date with dad.  Especially my dad.

I can stand inside my closet.  (Exclamation point!)  That's right, my closet is even bigger than my mirror.

What more can a girl want?