I feel like a big, fancy mansion with talls walls and Immense windows. Everything looks immaculate from afar. People enter and visit and comment on different things: Its warmth. Its coziness. Its location. They insist on coming back. But I struggle to allow them to return. Because once you pull up the flooring and get a look At the foundation you SEE all the mold. You see the rot. You see, the previous owners ruined it. And the current owner had to build on top of that.