This was one church. Now it's four apartments. No numbers, no letters, they're named Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John!

If only my time spent sitting in a chair staring at a wall worked that way.

Feel free to buy the house, but you may still find me here from time to time, just being alone and minding my own.

There's a struggle here between getting lost in a book and getting lost in the view. I suppose it's a win either way.

What are you setting me up for, Chair?